His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1637: She Can Also "Play Tricks

Chapter 1637: Chapter 1637: She Can Also "Play Tricks

Chapter 1637

Once a patient is infected with the virus, they lose confidence and become uncooperative. Such people are everywhere, causing trouble for the authorities.

Seeing this, Chloe felt even more that she should be there.

She must find Timmy Collins as soon as possible and solve the Semi-Yellow problem immediately.

The remedy, delayed by a day, would result in more people getting hurt.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she heard Maurice Willis’s voice from behind her.

"Madam, it’s time to eat."

Chloe turned to look at him, only then realizing she had been standing by the window, lost in thought.

Her gaze drifted over, but she didn’t see Alexander Foster, just a table full of food and a cup of steaming milk.

"Where is he?"

Maurice pointed cautiously toward the bathroom and whispered, "Washing up."

"Madam, if I may be so bold, didn’t you just... act coquettishly?"

Chloe frowned, "It doesn’t matter."

"But Madam, listen to me, I’ve been with him many years, I really understand him. He’s the type who seems cold outside but is warm inside. If you act coquettish with him, within two minutes he’s sure to smile. Right now, and I’m not just saying this, when I came in just now, I nearly froze stiff from the coldness of his face."

Chloe’s lips lifted in a smirk that was not quite a smile, "Why don’t you show me how it’s done?"

Maurice the misunderstood, thinking she was serious, pondered for a moment before nodding, "Okay!"

Chloe frowned.

Before she could speak, Maurice had already walked forward and was waiting at the bathroom doorway.

She pulled out a chair and sat down, eating her meal leisurely while stealing glances at the bathroom door.

Soon, the sound of water stopped and Alexander Foster walked out.

Maurice quickly struck a pose, his legs together and slightly bent, his hands clasped, his face lifted, and lips curved upward in the coy and playful demeanor of a young wife asking for a present.

Alexander Foster’s expression was icy, his peripheral vision not even glancing in Maurice’s direction.

Suddenly, he blocked Alexander’s path, his beautiful eyes staring at him dreamily, his backside sticking out, mouth opening, and in a soft voice cooed, "Boss~"

The trembling, tickling sound vibrated from his throat...

This unexpected call caught Chloe off guard, causing her to choke on her water, coughing until her face turned red and she felt uncomfortable.

Alexander Foster’s eyebrows twisted, and his powerful arm casually swung out, batting Maurice away like a fly against the wall, while he strode toward the dining table.

He poured a glass of water with unhurried movements, offering it to her while gently patting her back.

Taking the opportunity, Chloe said, "I’d like it warm."

He said nothing, quietly poured a glass.

A glass of warm water was placed in front of her.

She then said, "I’d like it hot."

Again, without a word, he poured another.

So, three glasses of water with different temperatures sat in front of her.

She looked up, her innocent beautiful eyes gazing into his dark ones, "I don’t want pure water anymore, I want lemon water."

Maurice, nursing his injury not far away, silently gave her a thumbs up, admiring her for not acting spoiled yet daring to go against his wishes.

As expected, the clouds of gloom on Alexander’s face grew darker.

Chloe watched him, thinking that now he would definitely speak to her.

Instead, he walked over to the landline and ordered a glass of lemon water from the front desk.

She frowned again.

She leaned back, her appetite faltering.

The man continued to fuss over her as usual, offering dishes meticulously but still not speaking to her.

"I’m done eating, I have no appetite," she said, putting down her cutlery and standing up.