His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1249: Chloe Collins Takes the Initiative, Like Eating a Truckload of Lemons (Sweet)_1

Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249: Chloe Collins Takes the Initiative, Like Eating a Truckload of Lemons (Sweet)_1

Within a short time, she received a response from Dean Collins.

[Tommy: I’ve already eaten. You guys can eat.]

The response was expected.

[Tommy: I’ve fixed it. You can test it tomorrow. It should work.]

He was referring to her hearing aid.

While eating, she stubbornly sent over a picture to Dean and asked, once again, if he wanted to come over for dinner.

Dean told her to eat well.

"He needs to see a doctor," Alexander Foster slowly said.

Chloe Collins put down her phone: "He has trouble interacting with others apart from me. He plunges into severe anxiety, and if the situation is serious, he could faint."

Alexander Foster put the peeled shrimp in her bowl, saying, "Do you know his true identity?"

Chloe was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"I’ve looked into it. He’s the betrothed of Mane York, the seventh prince of Goldasia, Liam Locke."

Upon mentioning this, her appetite markedly decreased. She set down her chopsticks and slowly said, "Several years ago, Goldasia went into turmoil. He was a victim."

"Did he develop autism since then?"

"No, he has been suffering from this disease since he was a child. It got better over time, but during the tumult in Goldasia, he was tricked by his father’s political opponents and traumatized. He was left in the Mass Burial Valley with a pile of corpses for two days and two nights, and the disease severely worsened.

It took three months before he accepted me when I brought him back. Later, someone from Goldasia came over and wanted to take him back, but he didn’t allow anyone to approach him. His father couldn’t do anything either. In order to protect him, they announced that he was missing, but they were actually waiting for him to return."

"He who tied the bell on the tiger must take it off. If you want cure him, you must find the cause of his disease."

"Hmm..." Chloe looked down in thought, then said, "I’ve been checking, and his father has too. But we haven’t found any clues yet. They say that only he would know because until he was six years old, he was normal. Then one day in his sixth year, he suddenly stopped talking and liked to lock himself in. He wouldn’t answer any questions posed by others."

After she finished talking, she didn’t get a reply for a long time. When she looked up, the man beside her was quietly staring at her, his eyes filled with profound meaning, and even a hint of gloominess.

"What?" She asked.

The man leaned forward, his gaze locked on her eyes, and he quietly asked, "I’m very curious. Why are you so special to him?"

"Has he saved you?"

"No."

"Did he give you something important?"

"No."

"Hm?"

"Just... I don’t know. I just want to protect him." She blinked, being honest.

The air was stifling, and the area was silent for two seconds. The man stopped.

Chloe was startled, then asked, "Are you... jealous?"

Her finger was placed on his collarbone, her nails mischievously circling it. The hint of amusement in her eyes was infectious, relaxing the tension in the air.

But Alexander Foster didn’t let her tease him into smiling, nor did he blush like he used to. Instead, he moved even closer to her, his hazy eyes revealing a lingering possessiveness, "It’s sour here."

He grasped her restless fingers and placed them on his left chest, his low voice echoing in her ears, tugging at her heartstrings, "Like I’ve eaten a truckload of lemons."

Chloe softly squeezed her hand that was hanging by her side, her heart raced, her flushed cheeks evident of it. She stared blankly at him.

After a while, she took the initiative to kiss his lips and asked, "Is it still sour now?"

Without a word, the man switched from defense to offense, leaning in to aggressively kiss her back.

In the midst of their intimacy, Chloe mused, "He’s just like me... we were both abandoned by our families."

Alexander Foster’s body stiffened slightly, a sharp pain like his heart being torn apart suddenly overcame him.

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