His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1340: I Really Envy You_1

Chapter 1340: Chapter 1340: I Really Envy You_1

Chapter 1340

By the time Milton White brought out the last dish, the dining table was only occupied by plates of steaming food, nothing else.

He walked over and noticed the note left on the table.

[Have a good talk.]

While he was pondering over the meaning of the words, the door was pushed open.

Alexander Foster stood at the doorway, with an aura of severity around him and some food in his hand.

The atmosphere tensed up as their eyes met.

Instinctively, Milton crumpled the note into a ball and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

"Sit."

Alex seemed to already know his purpose for being there, he didn’t ask about Chloe Collins’ whereabouts. He walked in with a placid face and occupied a seat.

The silent dining table was engulfed by a strange ambiance.

Both of them stared at the feast laid on the table, neither made a move.

A moment later, Alex broke the silence," When I injured my eye, it was you who saved me. For that, I owe you a favor."

Milton’s eyes flashed with surprise, which disappeared quickly. His face held a faint smile, he poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

"Owe? It is I owes you; that incident was my repayment."

With a calm face, Alex responded, "Your fight with Robert Foster is still unsettled on my behalf. These are two separate matters."

Milton cast his eyes down, his gaze carrying a hint of nonchalance.

"What if I told you the incident years ago was not intentional, would you believe me?"

Looking straight at Milton, Alex paused before responding, "Then explain."

Milton opened his mouth to speak but stopped, smiled lightly, "Never mind, it doesn’t matter, what good will it do to explain now?"

He took another sip of the wine.

Suddenly, the glass in his hand shattered!

The loud noise of the breaking glass startled Alex, making his eyes slightly narrow.

Splinters of glass embedded in his hand, fresh blood dropped on the table.

The calm surface was always a sham, the constant suppression was the reality. When the suppression reached its peak, it would explode, and the explosion would be abrupt.

His gentle eyes gradually hardened, he quietly raised his head to meet Alex’s indifferent eyes, "Sometimes, I really envy you."

He laughed, "You can hate, you can love, you are free to act wilfully, while I can’t."

With deep eyes, Alex looked at Milton, silent and complicated.

In the next room,

Chloe Collins was playing cards with two children, her nose pasted with several pieces of paper, a sign of her defeat.

"Big sister, don’t you know how to play?"

Chloe Collins pulled herself back to reality, and looked at the children, "Deal the cards."

As she spoke, she reached for the grilled chicken leg and took a bite.

Two hours later, the two children fell into a sleepy daze, pieces of paper in their hair falling out from time to time.

Chloe let them off, allowing them to rest, then she returned to her own house.

Before she could enter, she was greeted with the overpowering scent of alcohol, which tingled her nose.

Slightly pushing the door open, two men at the dining table were passed out drunk, and all the alcohol had been consumed.

Approaching the table, she noticed their hands were clasping.

Chloe frowned, feeling baffled - she wondered if they had reached an agreement.

As she was about to separate their hands, she suddenly realized the men weren’t asleep. They were not holding hands; rather, they were arm wrestling.

The sight of the bleeding left hand of Milton shocked her. She quickly fetched the first aid box to bandage him.

The wound had already stopped bleeding, but there was a patch of red on his sleeve.

Instinctively she checked Alex’s hand and finding no injuries, she tossed it aside.

Milton smirked, freeing his right hand from the grip without further ado.