Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Chloe had a hard time getting out of bed. She mustered the little strength she had and pressed the button to call the maid.

Although she had been asleep for hours, Chloe was still quite exhausted and sore. Boswell must have ridden her like a stallion on steroids.

The girl Boswell brought back pushed the door open, but she wasn't dressed in a maid's uniform. As she entered the room, Rosa greeted Chloe with a half-hearted enthusiasm. "Hello, Mrs. Huo."

The mess in the room stung her eyes. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell that Boswell and Chloe were engaged in some kind of wild sexual adventure in this room.

Leaning against the headboard of the bed, Chloe glanced at Rosa with a hint of arrogance and said, "Prepare some food for me."

"Yes, ma'am!" No matter how reluctant Rosa was, she had to do as Chloe said because it was her duty as a maid of the Huo family.

After Chloe came out of the bathroom, almost an hour later, she looked around and realized that the maid still hadn't brought her midnight snack yet.

She shook her head, dismissing all thoughts on the matter and replaced the sheet that had traces of blood on it with a fresh one.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Rosa finally served Chloe the midnight snack—two slices of bread and a cup of yogurt. Rosa pretended to be guilty and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't know how to use the toaster as this is my first time being a maid. Would you like to have something else instead?"

Chloe smiled and politely refused, "It doesn't matter."

After Rosa left the room, Chloe took her phone out and called Boswell. "Can you get something to eat when you're back?" 'Hmm... what should I call this man from now on? Honey or Boswell?' she thought to herself.

Boswell hadn't finished his work yet, but when he heard her words, he recalled how beautiful she looked in the afternoon, and took it as an invitation of some sort. He put down the document in his hand and said, "Sure! I'll be right over!"

Half an hour later, Rosa was in the kitchen munching away at some fruits when she heard the sound of engine turning off. She scrambled to put the fruits away and pretended to clean the counter.

After changing into his slippers, Boswell walked past the living room and went upstairs without looking at the kitchen.

Five minutes later, Rosa was called upstairs.

In the room, Chloe had a casual, nonchalant expression on her face as she nibbled on a piece of bread, as though nothing had happened.

However, the cold expression on Boswell's face drove shivers down the nervous girl's spine as he glared at her furiously and yelled, "Is this your idea of a midnight snack?"

know how to use the toaster yet..." She gave Boswell the same excuse she gave

like deathly poison. "So what if you knew how to use it? Were you going to let my wife eat toast at night? What is the point of me bringing you here if

learn how to cook

continue this argument anymore, so he waved

her. Boswell quickly sat down next to the woman with an embarrassed look on

in her mouth and comforted him with a smile, "Don't blame yourself

He ordered him to bring

Since he went through the trouble of asking someone else to bring her some food, she was appreciative of his

after, spread over the dining table downstairs was an

seemingly satisfying "midnight snack," the couple decided that it was time to get

at home. On the third night, however, when Boswell returned to the villa, he found

soon

furrowed as he looked at him and said, "Good

can do everything. I can cook, do housework and repair household electrical appliances." The young man's positive attitude and confidence annoyed Boswell

what was going

She fell asleep right after I gave her a massage," the

her a what?' Did he

and strode upstairs without saying another

was dark in the bedroom when he pushed the door

woman who had her eyes shut tight. "Are you asleep?"

opened her eyes

get up, however, the man pressed his body against hers. Running his fingers down her smooth face, he whispered, "What have you been

had a really bad headache, so I asked Butler Wang to find someone who can give me a head rub. Turns out the man is really good at giving massages too. He knew all about unblocking the

I started to feel so much better." 'How

tomorrow, but you'll have to say good-bye to the young man downstairs too. Do you

flash in her eyes, Chloe feigned confusion and asked, "Why? Aren't

woman back and you brought a young man back

it does sound very inappropriate..."

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