His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1345: Very Sensitive, Very Inferior_1

Chapter 1345: Chapter 1345: Very Sensitive, Very Inferior_1

Chapter 1345

The girl became increasingly audacious, seemingly engrossed in her dance, her slender palms resting and lightly caressing Robert Foster’s chest, her waist swaying, her smile growing more alluring.

Robert Foster maintained a shallow smile, his movements unerring, the melody uninterrupted.

It seemed the girl was displeased with the outcome, and as the song was about to end, she suddenly leaned in and pecked Robert Foster’s cheek.

The crowd erupted into cheers!

Robert Foster was taken aback, ruining the final melody!

He stepped back, seemingly at a loss in face of the girl’s triumphant grin.

Below the stage, boys in the crowd hooted for him to kiss her back.

The girl, far from shy, leaned in closer, pointed at her own face, shook her head, then moved her finger to her lips and dared, "If you dare, kiss here."

The atmosphere reached a fever pitch!

The openness is a staple of this culture, so none of this could be considered a big deal for them. After a while, the crowd’s chants morphed into one unified voice, urging Robert Foster to kiss her back.

Robert Foster was no longer as awkward as before and handled the situation with a light smile.

Then he gave a slight bow to the crowd, the message was clear, that they shouldn’t put him in a tough spot.

The girl’s brows furrowed.

At this moment, the host took the stage and announced that time was almost up.

Yet just then, the girl took Robert Foster by surprise and pecked his lips.

Robert Foster turned his face slightly, and her quick kiss landed on his chin instead.

The girl flung her hands into the air facing the audience to make the victory sign, her smile was unapologetically bold.

From somewhere in the audience, a cold breeze seemed to drift and settle.

Layla Lowell advised softly, "Don’t rush to a conclusion, Robert Foster dodged it. I saw him dodge it."

Chloe Collins said, "It would be better to ask him directly. All this guessing will just increase the misunderstanding."

Wanda Wesley muttered, "I need to use the restroom."

She left her seat and slipped into the aisle, her tiny figure going mostly unnoticed.

Neither Chloe Collins nor Layla Lowell went after her, thinking it would be best to let her have some time alone to think.

Layla Lowell puffed up her cheeks, visibly frustrated, "Could Robert Foster really be cheating? If that is the case, I’ll never trust men again. None of them are any good."

Chloe Collins glanced at her.

Layla Lowell laughed, "Of course, except Mr. Foster. Mr. Foster is excellent at dealing with such situations, exiting them without a trace, even the media couldn’t catch any gossip about him."

Just as she was speaking, her cell phone rang.

"Ah, I have to take this call."

The color drained from her face slightly as she scooped up her phone and left.

Chloe Collins nodded, leaning back, her gaze fixed on the girl heading backstage, her brows slightly knitted in thought.

The restroom was at the back of the auditorium.

Wanda Wesley arbitrarily entered a stall, sat down on the toilet seat, and sat there daydreaming, staring blankly at the door.

Images of Robert Foster and the girl interacting on stage kept flashing through her mind.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that it wasn’t important whether there was a story between them or not, what was important was the feeling of inferiority that had sprung up unbidden in her heart.

Her family’s background made her hypersensitive and inferior from a young age. An unintentional word or glance from others might be over-interpreted by her as a condescending look from hell.

She had tried to make herself stronger, thinking that would rid her of the weak and inferior self. But she realized now that it was not enough.

Once some things appear, they persist for a lifetime, they might be buried, but they never disappear.

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