His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 251: Tears Keep Rolling Down

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Tears Keep Rolling Down

Chapter 251

She glanced at Alexander Foster and calmly took her phone in hand, placing it on the table.

She looked up at Alex’s face, which was quite calm, as he placed the sliced beef onto her plate.

"Try it."

"Mm, yes," she nodded, her mind still on her phone.

With her left hand, she casually replied to Heijii -

[Tell her, if she dares to force herself on me, I’ll take away all her privileges this year.]

Heijii sent an "acknowledged" expression package.

Then, she immediately sent the chat screenshot to a group along with a laughing out loud emoji.

People in the group ridiculed Polita.

Chloe Collins didn’t look, she simply locked her phone and tossed it aside, focusing on eating.

From time to time, she looked up at Alexander Foster, and judging from his expression, he hadn’t seen her mobile phone.

After a while, her phone rang again, but she didn’t move.

A few seconds later, Alex’s phone rang too. It was a call.

He also hung up.

Chloe Collins looked at him without asking any questions.

At the same time, Charles Carrington cursed under his breath, looking at the hung-up call.

"These two are really the same, neither of them picks up!"

He was quite annoyed.

Initially, he sent a message to Chloe Collins, but received no response.

Afterward, he changed his strategy and called Alex, intending to have him give the phone to Chloe Collins.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t answer either.

His gaze shifted to the only woman in the private room, Layla Lowell, and his brows furrowed with a million worries.

Five minutes ago, this girl suddenly walked in, said nothing, and stood before him, squeezing out tears.

People were asking him who she was and what had happened.

He didn’t know what to say, and she didn’t utter a word either.

So, everyone started guessing.

In just five minutes, they imagined an entire melodramatic romance drama.

Beautiful women who were accompanying him all cast resentful gazes and moved half a meter away, as if he were a heartbreaker who didn’t recognize them after the deed was done.

He was helpless, never having encountered a girl like this before, and decided to ask the others to leave first.

Then, he called Chloe Collins, hoping she could come and clean up the situation.

At this point, he was isolated with no help.

He continued sending messages for help to Chloe Collins while holding his phone.

And by his side, Layla Lowell’s tears were flowing uncontrollably.

Fearing to expose herself, she decided to adopt a policy of silence. As long as there were enough tears, it was enough.

It was shameless to force someone like this, but she had no choice.

She had to get the Lowell family back.

Sorry, Charles!

Thinking this way, she quietly pinched her thigh hard, causing her tears to keep rolling down. She successfully soaked a small part of her skirt.

Her friends had told her that men like fragile women, so she casually wore a light pink dress—a color she rarely wore before.

Seeing Charles increasingly anxious, she knew the timing was right. She bit her lip and moved closer to him.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that she was acting like a mute and quickly suppressed the urge to speak.

Instead, she just bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, looking at the man before her with a mixture of expectation and adoration.

Charles Carrington licked his lips, helpless.

He put down his phone, hesitated for a moment, then pulled out two pieces of tissue and wiped Layla Lowell’s face: "Don’t cry, don’t cry, okay?"

His tone was light and gentle.

Layla smiled inwardly, seeing that her act was effective.

Chloe Collins’ method really worked—Charles was afraid when women cried!

Of course, she couldn’t stop her tears, but instead opened her eyes wide and let the tears gush out.

Charles ran out of tissues and sighed, "Are you crying because I didn’t accept your ice cream?"

Layla Lowell shook her head.

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