His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1265, Sixty Trees, One Tree per Year_1

Chapter 1265: Chapter 1265, Sixty Trees, One Tree per Year_1

Chapter 1265

Chloe Collins leaned on his shoulder, watching the little sapling with satisfaction.

She said, "I want to plant sixty trees here, only one each year."

Alexander Foster nodded and said softly, "Alright, I will accompany you."

She held his hand and said quietly, "Really, I want to plant sixty trees, not one less, one each year."

"Yes, one each year."

She smiled slightly, raised her head, and took the initiative to press her lips onto his.

The man was delighted, gently responding to her.

On their second wedding anniversary, the two came here again.

At this time, the little sapling from last year had grown taller. Although it was still immature, it was no longer that frail little sapling.

They planted the second tree together, labeled 02.

In later years, on their wedding anniversary, a new sapling would appear on this plot of land, growing robustly with the breeze.

The young monks in the temple knew that every seventh day of August, a loving couple would come here for a visit. This couple was their senior brother and sister.

It was said that they were almost inseparable, accompanying each other and possessing a perfect love story that everyone envied. They were both famous, and every detail in the news reports showed his endless affection for her.

Over time, not only they, but even some people outside knew that this loving couple liked to celebrate their wedding anniversary on the mountain.

Therefore, every morning on the seventh day of August, they would get up early and prepare two sets of utensils following Master’s instructions, waiting for the couple’s arrival.

Year after year passed, and this had become a habit. Like New Year or festivals, everyone remembered without any agreement that they needed to welcome these guests on the seventh day of August every year.

This habit continued, until the evening of the sixth of August one year, when Master Songya suddenly instructed that there was no need to prepare for two anymore. The monks were confused, looking at Master’s miserable back without daring to ask what had happened.

That year, the twelve trees on the back mountain swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound with the August rain, as if crying.

The monks were all depressed, but the next morning, their guest arrived.

Unlike before, only Nineteen came, Eleven did not.

Some noticed that he was wearing two rings, one on the ring finger and one on the little finger. Both rings were of the same design, evidently wedding rings.

Others noticed a faint redness over his solemn eyes, but there was not a tear, making people unable to bear interrupting him or asking any more questions.

He took the sapling already prepared by the temple, walked alone to the back mountain plot, and planted a new tree himself.

After the tree was planted, he stood among the trees without moving, and no one dared to disturb him.

They were supposed to plant sixty trees.

But this year, it was only the thirteenth.

...

The scene returned to the quiet secret room, where Jerry River had broken out in a cold sweat. He hadn’t thought it would take so much effort.

Just now, he hypnotized Alexander Foster first.

He asked, and Alexander Foster answered.

The things Alexander Foster saw in his dream were spoken out one by one.

The induction was very effective.

But as for this young lady...

He stared into Chloe Collins’s eyes, seeing her calm demeanor, and knitted his eyebrows.

"Why is there no reaction at all?" He muttered.

The next second, Chloe Collins suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.