His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 122: This time, your words won’t work.

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: This time, your words won’t work.

Chapter 122

From afar, near the garden foliage, a tall, handsome figure stood, looking in her direction with the light behind him.

Chloe Collins averted her eyes, put down the dog, and stood to leave.

Her back radiated cold aloofness.

After a few steps, she saw her younger brother, Theodore Collins, running towards her.

"Sis! We can go home tomorrow!"

Chloe Collins: "Hmm?"

Theodore, exuding excitement, said: "Dad is talking to Grandpa about it. Tomorrow they’re going to bring you back to live with us. A room at home has already been prepared for you."

The young boy’s voice was loud and unmasked. His words were audible to those around them.

Alexander Foster walked the Samoyed, stopped at a distance of three meters from them.

Chloe said: "What did Grandpa say?"

"He said he respects your decision. If you agree, you can return at any time."

He shook Chloe’s hand: "Sis, come back with us."

Chloe pulled her hand free, her voice soft: "Not returning."

Theodore looked stunned.

After thinking for a moment, Chloe began walking towards the interior of the house.

At this moment, Alexander arrived by the young boy’s side. His large hand ruffled the boy’s head as the corner of his mouth lifted in a grin: "Girls grow up, they never stay."

Tristan Collins was discussing this matter with the master inside a room. Soon after, Chloe leisurely walked in.

Master said: "Perfect, here comes Chlo-Chlo."

Tristan looked at her out of the corner of his eye, his expression was far from joyful.

This reaction puzzled the master.

His smile faded slightly.

Tristan spoke in a deep voice: "She has troubled Uncle these past few days. Tonight, I will take her home."

Having said that, he turned to Chloe: "Pack up."

Chloe looked at Master: "Grandpa, may I ask if the agreement between you and my mother is still valid?"

Master’s expression was gentle: "Of course it’s valid. When I give my word, not even a team of horses can retract it."

She nodded: "Thank you, Grandpa. I must continue to trouble you."

The master looked slightly surprised: "Chlo-Chlo, you don’t intend to go home with your father?"

Tristan’s face had gone sour.

"Refusing to go home, causing trouble for others, what does that look like?"

Her countenance was icy: "Before I graduate from college, this place is my home."

Having said that, she gave Master a light bow and left.

A faint ache began to rise in her chest, torturing her in waves.

Robert Foster, who was chatting and laughing with his friends, suddenly noticed her passing by. His smile froze and ran to ask: "What’s wrong? Why are you so pale?"

He subconsciously touched her arm.

"So hot."

Chloe said indifferently as she continued walking forward: "I’m fine."

"But you... "

"Don’t follow me."

After dropping that icy sentence, she quickly moved on.

Beads of sweat had already formed at her temple.

This pain came suddenly, without warning.

As the pain escalated, her steps became increasingly unsteady, her pace slowing.

Luckily, she had already returned to the east wing. At this moment, the courtyard was silent; they had not returned.

She left her medicine in the room, but every step she took was painful, so she chose to sit down on the rocking chair.

At this moment, she could smell a familiar scent. Accompanied by the sound of determined footsteps, he was quickly approaching.

Turning her gaze slowly, Alexander had already arrived. His face stern, he reached out to feel her forehead without asking for her permission.

His expression turned grave instantly.

Then, he effortlessly picked her up and started heading towards the car.

Chloe clutched his clothes: "No need."

The girl in his arms spoke in a low voice.

He paused for a second then continued to the car and put her in the passenger seat.

Chloe’s lips were already pale. With half-open eyes, she watched him get ready to start the car.

She reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him towards her, panting slightly: "I said, there’s no need to go to the hospital."

Alexander’s eyes were dark: "This time, your words don’t count."

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(Goodnight)

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