His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 277: The First Time She Called Him Brother

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: The First Time She Called Him Brother

Chapter 277

As the voice fell, the room suddenly fell silent.

Chloe Collins unknowingly slowed down her chewing, her eyes seemingly fixed on the doorway, but her whole spirit leaned back.

About five seconds later, Alexander Foster murmured, "Thieving and skulking."

The air suddenly froze.

Chloe’s expression gradually turned cold, with a chill in her eyes.

Master Songya burst into laughter, "That’s true, that’s true! Ha ha ha... this child loves to catch cats and dogs, and she has a special fondness for game, because of this, I’ve grounded her countless times. The harshest time, I almost expelled her."

With a sip of tea, Alexander’s gaze moved to Chloe, "The skin is real."

"You guys..."

Chloe sat up, her eyes filled with anger as she looked at the two of them, wanting to say something but holding back.

After staring at them for a few seconds, she exhaled, "Forget it, I’m going out."

"Going out again, ah, you child, you should spend more time with your master." Master Songya began to play the victim.

"Let her go and play for a while." Alex said.

Chloe, standing in the doorway with a complex expression, casually walked towards the corridor, planning to take a stroll in the main hall.

After she left, Alexander thought for a moment then suddenly asked Master Songya, "Master, I want to ask you about something."

Seeing his seriousness, Master Songya also became serious, "Oh? What’s up?"

After a moment’s silence, Alex asked, "Did you send anyone to look for her in the middle of the night during the time when I was healing here six years ago?"

Master Songya fell into a long, thoughtful silence. After a while, he slowly shook his head, "I would occasionally send some disciples to look for her because she often goes into hiding. But at night, no."

"What happened?" Master Songya asked.

Alexander looked up, "It seems that I have been deceived."

Master Songya was startled, then suddenly laughed, "So that’s what happened, it’s normal, don’t judge her now by her steadiness, she used to be naughtier than boys, talks back a lot, no one can match her, she’s even more glib than her mother."

Alexander was slightly distracted, remembering vaguely how, six years ago, on that night, the girl in his arms was shivering all over, her breath was rushed, like a frightened little rabbit.

That was the first time she called him big brother.

...

Six years ago, one night in early autumn, a heavy rain.

The heavy rain had been brewing since the evening, and did not start pouring down until after eleven at night.

Inside Alexander’s single room, the lights were still on.

His eye injury had not healed yet, and Mr. Ford was changing his medication and bandaging him with a new gauze.

The darkness of dozens of days and nights made him feel incredibly bored, especially at night, after all, he couldn’t even enjoy simple pastimes like reading books.

He could only listen to the radio, but the signal on the mountain was bad, and the cut-off made him lose the patience to keep listening, so he just turned it off.

When he turned it off, the only sound left in his ears was the noise of the rain hitting the roof tiles, pitter-patter, he frowned.

"Young Master, I’m going out, you rest well."

"Hmm."

Ford turned off the light and then closed the door and left, the light being on was of no use to Alexander.

Back in his room, he comfortably lay on his bed, chatting with his family, and then started watching a movie.

The sound of the rain drowned the sound of the movie, so he had to wear a headset.

In the room next door, Alexander leaned on his pillow, touching a simple bamboo arrow, not knowing what he was thinking about, as his lips occasionally curled up.

After a while, the rain sound became much softer, he put down the bamboo arrow and prepared to sleep, but at this moment, there was suddenly a loud thud from the courtyard, as if something had fallen heavily on the ground, splashing up a spray of water.