His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 246: About Her, He Never Gets Tired of Looking

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: About Her, He Never Gets Tired of Looking

Chapter 246

He slowly leaned back, this medium-sized recliner chair, also made him feel quite comfortable.

After a long while, he woke up.

Subconsciously opened his eyes, a faint pain still surged through.

The view was still pitch black.

Slowly, he got up.

Suddenly, a small hand held his hand.

"Where are you going, I’ll take you there."

"Need to use the bathroom? Then I have to call Mr. Ford, but he’s asleep."

Alexander Foster smiled faintly: "Let’s just go out for a walk."

"Okay."

...

"Big brother, big brother..."

The voices of Rupert and Brent Frost allowed him to slowly pull back his thoughts.

Looking at everything in front of him, he suddenly realized how fleeting time could be.

Six years, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Over these six years, she no longer had the naivety of that time, replacing it with much more calm and composure.

Sometimes, he was very curious, how she had spent these six years.

Robert Foster was about the same age as her, but his behavior still had the immaturity of a child, whereas she, hardly left any traces.

Besides, she frequently surprised him.

Primordial, Aaron Hill, these two identities are basically unable to be associated with her, and yet, it was her.

There was too much he was curious about, but he wanted to wait for her to tell him on her own accord, to confide in him.

Wait slowly, that day, will come eventually.

He walked towards Rupert and Brent Frost, squatted down, and looked at the startled bird.

"It’s okay, it’s just scared, not injured."

The Frost brothers sighed in relief.

On the balcony.

Chloe Collins was watching those three, and the small bird in the child’s hand, then, she saw Alexander’s bow and arrows set aside.

Naturally, she thought of some things from the past.

Back then, she also accidentally hurt a small bird, leaving it with him to heal, often using this as an excuse to freeload at his place.

Even if the bird had recovered, she would say it had not, continuing to freeload.

He never questioned her.

Looking back now, those were innocent times.

He simply didn’t expose her.

Woken up by the noise, she no longer felt sleepy, and changed her clothes to go downstairs.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Alexander standing at the doorway, as if he had sensed that she was coming down.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

Chloe Collins shut the door, "Didn’t you say you were inviting me over to your place?"

He smiled, "Of course."

The two walked out leisurely.

The children had already run back inside their own house.

As they walked, Chloe suddenly saw him pull out a lollipop and start unwrapping it.

She glanced sideways at him, but didn’t say anything.

The next second, the orange lollipop was handed over to her.

She looked at him, without saying a word.

"Your mouth will be dry after a nap, eating something sour and sweet will make you feel better." he said.

Chloe laughed unconsciously, looking at the riverside.

At this time, it was almost half past five.

Her nap was a bit late.

She readily accepted the lollipop, put it in her mouth, indeed, it was sour and sweet.

"How did you get this?" she asked.

Candy and this man, hardly went together.

Alexander Foster glanced at her puffy cheeks, his heart was filled with a sense of contentment, a pleasant feeling.

He couldn’t tire of the way she ate.

"Obviously, I bought it."

Chloe Collins nodded, not paying much attention.

But, a few minutes later, when she was confronted with a room full of candy, she was truly stunned—

Alexander Foster led her into the villa, after entering the living room, he allowed her to look around on her own.

She smelled something and randomly opened a door on the ground floor.

In front of her was the warm lamp light, illuminating several large and small shelves.

Colorful candies, large and small, of all varieties, filled the shelves.

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