His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 110: Mainly Focusing on Her Thoughts

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Mainly Focusing on Her Thoughts

Chapter 110

Tristan Collins clenched his teeth in anger, gritting out, "Stop right there!"

Chloe Collins didn’t stop, walking leisurely, her attitude unrestrained and cold.

Tristan exuded an intimidating aura, and his face was a terrible shade.

Suddenly, Alexander Foster appeared not far away, and Tristan’s expression faltered a bit.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The next second, his face quickly turned helpless, and he casually joked, "Kids grow up, they rebel."

Then, he handed the object in his hand to Alexander Foster, "Mr. Foster, could you please take this dress to her for me."

Alexander glanced down at the bag without taking it.

This left Tristan in an awkward situation, his hand hanging in mid-air, feeling embarrassed whether he put it down or not.

"I’ll prepare a formal dress for her, Mr. Collins doesn’t need to worry."

Tristan let his hand drop, his face a bit stiff, "You’ll prepare it for her?"

He chuckled, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes forming a fine line, "In what capacity are you doing this, Young Master Foster?"

From his eyes, Alexander could see a faint hint of tension.

Even an old fox like him could get tense.

"It depends on her intentions."

Tristan’s gaze tightened, "What do you mean?"

Alexander slowly replied, "If she’s willing, I can be her boyfriend or fiancé; if she’s not, then I’m the stand-in guardian."

Tristan’s face changed instantly.

After a while, he sneered coldly, "What’s so special about that girl that you like her?"

His words were full of incomprehension.

Alexander knitted his brows, "Mr. Collins, as a father, it’s baffling to hear you say such things. It seems that it’s more appropriate for her to stay at my place."

His voice was gentle and shallow, sounding quite refined and gentle, but his words were like a sharp dagger stabbing directly at Tristan’s heart.

Because Chloe was staying here, the gossip in the circle about him had been rampant.

It had always been a thorn in his side.

Alexander said no more, gave him a perfunctory nod, and turned around to walk away.

Tristan watched him leave, lost in thought and his expression heavy.

After a while, he returned to the car.

Rosalind Taylor and the others had been waiting for him in the car for a long time.

Raine Nolan had been in a daze, her entire being seemingly stunned.

It was as if she had experienced a serious shock.

Theodore Collins was playing with his phone, ignoring everyone.

It was only when Tristan got into the car that he put down his phone and looked up, "Dad, where’s my sister?"

Tristan’s thoughts were deep; he was silent for a moment before asking, "Do you really want her to live with the Collinses?"

Theodore was thrilled, "Yeah! Can she?"

Rosalind’s face changed, "Husband, what do you mean by that?"

Tristan didn’t plan to discuss it with her and simply ordered, "Tell the people at home to clean up the side residence for her."

Raine bit her lip.

Rosalind tried to remind him anxiously, "But her previous decision..."

"I’m making the decisions in the Collins family! Just do as I say!"

Rosalind saw that he was angry and didn’t say anything more.

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Chloe came out after taking a shower and found a new set of clothes in her room.

The clothes on the table were a white formal dress with a conservative and minimalist double strap design that didn’t lose its fresh style.

The skirt, like the cheongsam she had last time, had the same embroidery, and one could easily tell it was designed by the same company.

It could be said to be pretty, but... it wasn’t her taste.

She didn’t like wearing skirts, let alone white skirts.

Moreover, it was sent by the Collins family.

At that moment, she noticed the card on the table.

[Try it on; if you don’t like it, you can change it.]

These handwriting...

Chloe’s eyes narrowed, and she suddenly thought of those words: Come back for dinner.

Did he send it?

She took the note and went to open the door.

Suddenly, she saw the man leaning against the wall opposite, his leg bent in a relaxed and calm manner, not looking at his phone or doing anything else, as if waiting for someone.