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?"

skipped a beat. "Please don't misunderstand me. I just don't know how to use the toaster yet..." She gave

rage hissed through Boswell's body 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 you can't even

to cook from tomorrow," Rosa apologized tearfully.

have the patience to continue this argument anymore, so

him to see how Rosa treated her. Boswell quickly sat down next to the woman with an embarrassed

swallowed the food in her mouth and comforted him with a smile, "Don't blame yourself over this. This bread isn't that bad. Besides, something is better than

his assistant to rectify the situation immediately. He ordered him to bring over some food from

went through the trouble of asking someone else to bring her some

dining table downstairs was an expansive range of dishes, hot enough to

she could have a taste of whatever she wanted. After a seemingly satisfying "midnight snack," the couple decided that

the third night, however, when

his twenties, was mopping the floor quietly in the living room. As soon as he noticed the startled

person's face in his memory and his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him and said, "Good evening. I'm sorry,

do everything. I can cook, do housework and repair

what was going on. "Where is my

upstairs. She fell asleep right after I gave her a massage," the young man

gave her a what?' Did he hear that right?

and strode upstairs without

he pushed the

looked at the woman who had her

eyes

however, the man pressed his body against hers. Running his fingers down her smooth face, he whispered,

who can give me a head rub. Turns out the man is really good at giving massages

temples, I started to feel so much better." 'How

have Rosa sent away tomorrow, but you'll have to say good-bye

eyes, Chloe feigned confusion and asked, "Why? Aren't they good at what

her slender waist, Boswell said, "I brought a young woman back and you brought a young man back home. What would

it like that... it does sound very inappropriate..." Chloe pretended to be

good that you've realized it. Don't forget to send them away tomorrow!" he

exactly do you want me to