His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 407: Beginning to Like Drinking Milk

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Beginning to Like Drinking Milk

Chapter 407

Alex pressed his finger to his lips, coughed lightly, and tried to ease the awkwardness: "I’ll think of another one."

He had never done such a thing before.

Many women liked him, and each was very obedient. Their requests were usually materialistic and easy to satisfy.

Telling a story like a father was a first for him.

After thinking for a while, he was about to speak when he suddenly heard even breathing.

He was slightly taken aback and leaned over to find that Layla had already fallen asleep.

Alex broke into a soft smile, feeling a little incredulous.

He...actually managed to lull a girl to sleep.

An inexplicable sense of accomplishment suddenly grew within him.

Strange and unbelievable indeed.

He closed the door and walked out, only to see a man busy in the kitchen.

"Alex, what are you doing?"

Alexander Foster poured warm milk into a cup and brought it out of the kitchen.

"You can go now," he said.

"What about you? Are you going to stay with her?"

Charles made a sleeping gesture.

Alexander’s gaze swept past him, and he walked upstairs.

Soon, he came back down.

Charles was admiring a painting on the wall. Hearing Alexander’s footsteps, he didn’t turn his head and said, "I didn’t expect the girl to be one of Ella Stark’s fans."

"Are you?"

Alexander picked up his coat and walked towards the door.

Charles followed suit and locked the door behind them.

Then he answered his question, "I suppose. We’ve got a piece of her work at home, and I quite like it."

"It’s a pity we don’t know what she looks like."

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After drying her hair, Chloe Collins thought about going downstairs to check on Layla.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a cup of milk on the floor.

There was a note attached.

[Good night.]

She held the warm cup of milk, gazing at the contents.

For some reason, she had always disliked the taste of plain milk; something off about it. So, she had never been fond of drinking it.

When she was young, her mother told her that if she didn’t drink milk, she wouldn’t grow tall. So she reluctantly drank a cup every day.

Later, when her mother stopped watching over her, she stopped drinking milk whenever she could, developing a habit and subconsciously refusing it ever since.

However, this cup didn’t seem quite as plain.

Upon closer inspection, there was a faint red color and the scent of strawberries.

Doubtful, she took a sip and found that it didn’t have that weird taste associated with plain milk.

As it was cold, she gulped down the entire cup.

After licking her lips, she suddenly thought that her prejudice against milk was probably too strong.

Actually, it tasted pretty good.

Carrying the empty cup downstairs, she found the lights already off.

After washing the cup, she went to Layla’s room to check on her.

Quiet and peaceful, she was sound asleep.

At two fifty in the morning, Chloe turned off the light, lay down, and turned to her side.

Although her eyes were closed, she wasn’t particularly sleepy.

A few seconds later, her hand groped around in the darkness and accurately grabbed the porcelain doll beside her pillow. She held it in her hand, with her thumb repeatedly pressing the doll’s eyes.

Meanwhile, at the Collinses’.

In the dead of night, Raine Nolan sneaked out of the Collinses’ and ran to the corner near their main gate.

There was a car parked there.

Upon hearing footsteps, Brandon Spence straightened up and opened the car door.

He looked at the wooden box in Raine Nolan’s hand and asked, "Done?"

Raine flashed her eyes before nodding and handed him the wooden box: "This is my first time making this kind, and I haven’t tested it, so..."

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(Just a reminder about Brandon Spence’s storyline - he’s looking for a fragrance that can make people lose their memories for one of his patients. After the female protagonist said she couldn’t make it, he turned to Raine Nolan.)

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