His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 49: Wiping the Mouth

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Wiping the Mouth

Chapter 49: Wipe the Mouth

In the clean and tidy car, it was exceptionally quiet, making the rain outside the window sound even more bustling.

Chloe Collins sat in the passenger seat, her eyelashes slightly drooping, feeling a bit sleepy.

Getting drowsy after eating too much was one of her little flaws.

Suddenly, a pretty good-looking hand appeared from the seat next to her, its slender fingers holding a clean white napkin.

"Wipe it off." The cold male voice came.

Chloe’s drowsiness faded a little as she raised her eyelids to look over.

Then, she took the napkin with suspicion and quietly looked at him.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he pointed to the corner of his own mouth, indicating her to wipe off the faint oiliness at her mouth corner.

Chloe glanced at the napkin in her hand and looked at him again.

After that, she turned her gaze away and calmly and mechanically stretched her arm straight, wiping the corner of his mouth.

With an extremely perfunctory manner.

Alexander Foster’s expression immediately tightened as he grasped her wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Chloe spoke indifferently: "Didn’t you ask me to wipe your mouth?"

Alexander Foster’s handsome face slightly darkened, and looking at her smooth, soft, slender, and fair wrists, he immediately let go of her hand, saying: "I meant for you to wipe it yourself."

Chloe: "..."

What a bother.

She casually wiped her own mouth, and just as they stopped at a red light, she saw a trash can three meters away outside the car window. Without looking, she tossed the crumpled napkin, which accurately entered the trash bin as if shot by an arrow, almost like it was directly poured in a straight line.

Alexander Foster caught her movement from the corner of his eyes and suddenly remembered some past moments, asking: "How’s Master Matsu?"

Chloe leaned her elbow on the window, her fingers supporting her forehead, her posture casual and her eyes half-closed. Upon hearing this, she casually responded: "He’s doing all right."

Mentioning him, she suddenly thought of something and opened her eyes.

"On the 18th of next month is Master’s birthday, and we are planning to invite all the disciples back to celebrate his birthday. Please free yourself up that day."

Listening to this commanding tone, Alexander Foster’s lips revealed a smiling curvature.

She was just an 18-19 years old young lady, but her words seemed like they came from someone older than him.

The abrupt vibration sounded suddenly.

Alexander Foster put on the headset and connected the call.

Two seconds later, his expression became solemn, "Keep an eye on it, I’ll be there soon."

Chloe Collins glanced at him suspiciously, sensing that something was wrong.

But she was wearing a hearing aid, and he was using the headset, so she couldn’t hear anything.

Seeing his expression and the sudden acceleration of the car, she knew he was in a hurry to deal with something.

In an instant, her eyes brightened a bit.

If he wasn’t coming back tonight, it would be an excellent opportunity for her.

More than ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Foster Manor’s main gate.

Chloe asked casually: "Dinner time is almost here, are you going out again?"

Alexander Foster didn’t look at her, rolled down the window, and gestured to the guard, telling him to come over.

Meanwhile, he said to her: "I won’t be having dinner at home tonight, don’t wait for me."

Chloe nodded slowly, "Alright, I’ll let Aunt Evelyn know."

Suddenly, she asked again: "Are you coming back to sleep tonight?"

Alexander Foster’s gaze deepened, what kind of question was this?

At this time, the guard had already come to the car door with an umbrella, ready to open the door for Chloe.

"Get off the car," Alexander Foster ordered.

Chloe didn’t hesitate, and she got off quickly.

In no time, the Bentley sped away.

Back in the east wing, Evelyn Thompson came over enthusiastically and expectantly, "My children, you’re back... hey, where’s your Brother Xian?"

"Oh, he’s got something to do, so he won’t be back for dinner tonight." Chloe relayed the message.

Evelyn Thompson pouted, "This child, he’s just too busy."

"Aunt Evelyn, I ate outside just now, so I won’t eat later. I have a lot of homework, so I’ll go and do it first."

Evelyn Thompson was worried, "You’re also so busy, it’s hard for you. Go ahead, but don’t get too tired. If you can’t finish, don’t worry about it, let your Brother Xian help you when he comes back."

Chloe Collins smiled faintly and walked towards the next room.

At this moment, both the inside and outside of the building were quiet, and Alexander Foster wouldn’t be back for a while, it was just the right time for her to do some important things.

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to go upstairs, Cherry Foster suddenly ran over.

"Second Brother!"

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