His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1638: The boss told me to watch you eat it

Chapter 1638: Chapter 1638: The boss told me to watch you eat it

Chapter 1638

Behind her, there was no sound of the man’s attempt to stop her; he didn’t stand up and continued to eat his meal slowly and methodically.

At that moment, she suddenly experienced a new sensation.

It was a kind of pain she had almost never felt before.

Sour and bitter.

She suddenly realized this was what they called "cold violence."

No hitting, no scolding, yet it was more uncomfortable than having been hit or scolded.

But she also knew that she was in the wrong. At the beginning, Alexander Foster had spoken to her reasonably, but she hadn’t listened.

Thinking of this, the fire in her heart was extinguished a bit more, and she turned to stay in the bedroom.

Just as the bedroom door closed, the man outside put down his knife and fork, unable to eat another bite.

Maurice Willis approached him very carefully and said, "Boss, why don’t you just let it go? Madam knows she’s wrong."

The man’s handsome face was dark as frost, "If she knew she was wrong, she wouldn’t sulk and refuse to eat."

"But... you know Madam, with her temperament, this is as far as she can go. If it were someone else, she wouldn’t even bother paying attention." He was carefully playing the mediator.

Alexander waved his hand, "You may go rest now."

Maurice Willis, "Come on, boss, I think you should go and comfort her. The mood of a pregnant woman can be very fickle, and besides, if she’s not happy, you’re also upset, aren’t you?"

Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Send in some meat porridge and warm milk, and make sure she eats it."

"Boss..."

"Go."

Maurice Willis had no choice but to comply.

He carried the food in, expecting Chloe Collins to be lying down alone, sulking; but instead, he found her munching on snacks while looking at the computer.

He worried for nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a bit sorry for his boss.

Maurice Willis pursed his lips, closed the door, and then placed the porridge on the table, "Madam, eat these instead. That dry stuff isn’t good for the baby."

Chloe Collins hummed indifferently, "Just leave it there."

She was seriously examining the information about Semi-Yellow on the computer, sweeping her gaze over it.

Maurice Willis said, "Madam, the boss instructed me to ensure you eat."

Chloe Collins leaned back, eyes still fixed on the computer, murmuring, "None of the major pharmacies have it — truly rare. It seems rather unrealistic to send people into the Rainforest to search for it."

Maurice Willis, "Madam..."

Chloe Collins looked up at him, "How much have the people we dispatched found?"

Maurice Willis was drawn into work mode by her magical ability, and he quickly replied, "Less than two pounds — it’s really not much; they’ve already done their best."

Chloe Collins nodded and murmured, "We need to find another way; we can’t just search blindly..."

Seeing her so engrossed in thought, Maurice Willis didn’t want to interrupt, but then he thought of the man outside, and he couldn’t muster the courage to back down from his own retreat.

"Madam, perhaps you should discuss this matter properly with the President? He is sure to have a good solution."

Chloe Collins’s expression was faint, and she stirred the meat porridge with a spoon, giving no response.

After a few seconds, she finally spoke slowly, "He’s teaching me a lesson, so whatever I do, however I do it, it’s useless for today."

Maurice Willis’s expression stiffened, "Tch, so...do it tomorrow?"

Chloe Collins took a sip of the porridge and said, "No, it must be done today."

"It’s useless, yet you still do it?"

"If I do it, it’s useless; if I don’t, the seriousness will escalate."

Maurice Willis wiped his sweat and was inwardly shaken.

He thought she needed a reminder, but as it turned out, she already clearly understood, as if she could see right through it all.

"Since Madam has it all figured out, I won’t disturb you two any further, heh heh."

He hurriedly slipped out.