His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 166: Think about it, am I angry?

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Think about it, am I angry?

Chapter 166

Her face slightly froze, and she raised her head unconsciously: "I’m not cold."

Alexander Foster’s eyes suddenly widened, and then a hint of a smile spread across his face.

The tense atmosphere also suddenly relaxed a bit.

Before Chloe Collins realized what his smile meant, she saw his hand reaching towards her face.

Her head retreated a little.

The man’s hand stopped mid-air, but the next second, it reached out again, holding her cheek somewhat aggressively. His thumb gently rubbed the corner of her mouth, wiping away a small speck of cream.

The warmth of his palm awakened a tingling sensation in Chloe’s chest. Her eyes narrowed, and she brushed his hand away: "If there’s nothing else, please leave. I want to rest."

Alexander’s hand was knocked aside, but he withdrew it without any embarrassment, saying, "Next time, don’t drink with so many men. Drink less, too. It’s bad for your stomach."

His casual tone carried an undeniable dominance.

Chloe Collins didn’t like it.

"If I want to drink, I’ll drink. It’s my business." Her tone was aloof.

Immediately, she looked at him, her eyes dark and questioning, "What, are you mad about this?"

Her provocative tone seemed to mock him while also expressing her indifference to his attitude.

A gentle breeze blew, lifting her hair, the strands of soft black hair sweeping across her slightly reddened nose, making her look very cute.

Alexander’s face relaxed, and he patted her head, his voice warm, "Think about it. Am I angry, or is it something else?"

As her hair was messed up, Chloe’s eyes suddenly darkened a few shades.

Before she could speak, the man had already turned and walked towards the door.

In the quiet courtyard, Chloe looked at the jacket on her shoulder, lost in thought for a few seconds.

When she looked up again, Alexander’s figure had disappeared around the corner.

When she thought he might have taken a taxi or waited for his assistant to pick him up, Alexander walked to a villa 300 meters away, pressed the pass code, and went in.

The brand-new villa had just been bought by him recently, and tonight was his first time staying there.

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The next day, Layla Lowell came downstairs with a throbbing headache, only to see through the French windows that Chloe Collins was practicing with a sword in the courtyard.

Yes, practicing the sword.

Her chaotic head suddenly cleared, and she quickly walked to the doorway to watch.

Chloe wore a clean, loose-fitting pair of trousers and a short top, wielding an exquisite wooden sword in the courtyard with a sharp and handsome style. She somersaulted in the air, touched the ground and rebounded, and her agile body changed seven or eight moves in a short time, which was a feast for the eyes.

Each move was like an unrestrained martial character from a television series.

Layla had never been impressed by anyone before but now, she was thoroughly impressed.

How amazing was this girl, constantly surprising her?

She had loved playing with swords and knives since childhood, and had also attended a martial arts school for some time. However, at best, she had moved beyond chaos and had some semblance of technique, unlike Chloe, whose movements were strong and powerful. Even from a distance, one could hear the swishing sounds, which immediately conjured up images of a sword slicing the air into two halves.

In a short while, Chloe put away her sword, and her black hair was wet with sweat, sticking to her cheeks.

"What time is it?" she asked as she walked over.

Layla Lowell glanced at her delicate wristwatch and said, "Seven ten."

"I’m going to take a shower. When breakfast arrives, please receive it."

Layla raised her eyebrows, "You have so much food in your fridge. Do you need to order takeout?"

"I can’t cook."