His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1400: I Like You, I Really Like You_1

Chapter 1400: Chapter 1400: I Like You, I Really Like You_1

Chapter 1400

He never thought there was anything wrong with his style, nor did he understand why women would see his private social life as a hindrance to their relationship.

Nor did he think that being in a relationship meant giving up a part of oneself.

For him, dating was something to improve his life, not diminish it.

"Today is a good day for your release from jail, let’s not talk about this, okay?"

"I didn’t go to jail!" She protested hurriedly.

Charles Carrington agreed with her: "Okay, okay, my mistake. That was not jail, but a 3-day tour to the detention center."

She cooled down slightly.

At this moment, a subordinate brought over some digestive tablets.

Charles Carrington held one up to her mouth, "Swallow it, your stomach will feel better after eating it. After that, I’ll accompany you for a walk."

But Layla Lowell stubbornly shook her head and suddenly stood up: "I want to go home."

As soon as she stood up, she started feeling dizzy and began to stagger backward.

"We’ll go home after you eat, I’ll accompany you back."

"Or do you want to sleep here? Hmm?" He held out the digestive tablet to her again.

Layla Lowell stared at him, and suddenly, opened her mouth to bite down.

Along with the tablet, she bit his finger as well.

Her originally foggy eyes were now blurred with tears.

She said, "As much as I like you, I dislike you just as much!"

The man experienced a sudden surge of emotions in his heart, a wave of impulse urging him to lean in and press small, detailed kisses onto her face.

He murmured, "Don’t dislike me, just like me..."

Her lips were sealed, her soft resistance futile as her body felt weightless and progressively sank into the tender entanglement...

Dawn came.

The winter sunshine fell on the curtains, casting a warm glow.

Layla Lowell opened her eyes and subconsciously moved her body. She suddenly realized she was completely naked, with a warm body sticking to her side.

She was so shocked that she quickly turned to face a handsome face!

Upon recognizing who it was, she sighed in relief first, then frowned in regret.

Damn, this was the second time.

This was the second time she had carelessly woken up in his bed after their break-up.

She had no memory of what had happened last night; her memory only reaching up to where she had been drinking.

She got up and was just about to leave when she suddenly found herself embraced by the man.

"Stay put." He smirked, a sense of triumph in his eyes.

Layla Lowell kicked his leg lightly, "Listen, this doesn’t mean anything. I’m not a conservative woman. Consider it as me resolving my physiological needs. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you."

The man furrowed his brows and pressed a finger against her lips: "You can’t say such shameless things in the future, only when it’s us alone."

What the hell?

Was he... being affectionate?

Layla Lowell couldn’t understand their current state of affairs.

He laughed, "Miss Lowell, do you remember what you did last night?"

Layla Lowell was puzzled and frowned, watching him cautiously.

Charles Carrington calmly took out his phone and played an audio clip. Layla Lowell’s voice was immediately heard.

"Bastard, I never want to leave you again."

"Hmm... do you want to get back with me then?"

"I do."

"And what if you change your mind?"

"I won’t change my mind!"

"Hmm? What if you do change your mind?"

"I won’t change my mind! I really like you!" She laughed.

"Oh? Who does Layla Lowell like the most?"

"Charles Carrington!"

"Not Damien Hart?"

"Hmm? No, he’s an idol. An idol is supposed to be cherished in your heart, not to be tarnished..."

"Shut up. Just say you like me."

"I like you, I really like you!"

Layla Lowell couldn’t believe the voice was hers and felt embarrassed enough to wish for a hole to crawl into.

Turning red with embarrassment, she tried to snatch the phone. The man took the opportunity to roll over and pin her down...