Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Tensing, as her annoyance grew, Erica huffed at his statement in disagreement. "It's not that it doesn't suit me. It's just that you're too used to seeing me in sportswear or casual clothes. I can see why you would have a hard time adjusting to my sudden change in style, but that's not really my problem."

Matthew rolled his eyes at her. She had an excuse for everything she did. Disregarding the other people around them, Matthew reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, leaning in to whisper. "I'll repeat what I've said, you are not allowed to wear this dress in public! Why don't I help you take it off in the fitting room and teach you how to..."

"Fine! I'll go and change!" she interrupted him in a hurry.

She couldn't stand to face his lustful glare anymore. Erica found herself utterly baffled at how the man could so easily go from buying her clothes to thinking up such dirty thoughts in his mind so seamlessly.

"Good girl." With a satisfied smile on his face, he let her go and watched her retreat into the fitting room.

Much to his surprise, the second dress wasn't very different from the first in terms of style.

White lace top with long sleeves and black tight skirt...

With his long legs crossed and his back against the back of the chair, Matthew realized that this woman must have done it on purpose. If Matthew were to allow this woman to continue like this, it would take them forever to get out of there with a dress they could both agree on.

Matthew sighed and stood up immediately, slowly buttoning up his blazer. Then, without another word, he walked straight towards the woman and started picking up dresses of his choice, while she was busy looking at herself in the mirror.

He turned to face the saleswoman and said, "Take away everything Mrs. Huo has picked out and don't bring those in front of me again."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

Erica pouted her lips with disappointment as she reluctantly dragged herself into the fitting room.

The clothes Matthew picked out for Erica matched her usual style very well.

She changed into an orange casual outfit, which could also make her skin look fairer.

After trying on a few outfits, by the time Erica was starting to show signs of impatience, the saleslady had packed more than ten outfits in accordance with Matthew's wishes. The devious man, however, showed no indications of any impatience or frustration. Every time she went inside the fitting room, Matthew pulled out his phone and started working. Then when Erica would come out, he would nonchalantly put his phone away.

over a dozen outfits. When he asked the saleslady to pack the twentieth dress, Erica couldn't tolerate it anymore. "I think that's enough. I don't want

nodded his head. "Okay, I'll pay the bill." He

agree with her so easily? If she had known it earlier, she would have told him earlier that she didn't want to try on any more

villa by Matthew's men. Afterwards, Matthew took her to buy shoes, jewelries and

in the city, the two

However,

indulged in

say a few words. "Why don't you have some of the pretty girls give you a massage? You're

awfully generous of you. You'll let other women put their hands on me? Perhaps I should be happy that I have married such a generous wife?' he

addition to the two of them, there were also two masseuses in the private room. One was giving her a facial,

"No, thanks. You know, I'm

her lips when she heard this. In truth, she was

feigning sorrow. "What a pity. You would have enjoyed

a murderous look in his eyes, he said, "Since you're having such a good time, please carry on for a

gossips about Mr. and Mrs. Huo's love for each other spread

bit childish so I just wanted to be sexy for you, but why are you making it so difficult for me to

that you look the

sentence. She already knew what he wanted to say. He would have said that she looked the sexiest when she was naked. They were

mouth shut, she whispered

the man's face. "Why must we only talk about

want the whole world to know when your wife looks the most

shook his head. "Am I being too

"Not really."

is

to refute him. She realized that he was right—she was

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