His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 692: Is She Too Anxious?

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Is She Too Anxious?

Chapter 692

The next day, at around five in the morning.

Members of the production crew gradually awoke, and the noise made its way into the room.

Chloe Collins slowly opened her eyes. As she took in the scene before her, her eyes widened in surprise.

Alexander Foster was sleeping on the floor, with one hand resting on her bedhead, which she was holding onto.

Her fingers remained in a position as if gripping his palm.

Perhaps because they had maintained this position all night, her hand didn’t feel cold even though it was uncovered - it was a little warm, in fact.

She quietly released his hand and sat up.

Glancing back, she noticed that his blanket was out of place. She couldn’t help but want to turn and help him pull it back up.

After a moment’s hesitation, she decided against it. Instead, she hooked her finger and released a silver thread from her ring. The thread pierced the blanket, and she slowly pulled it up.

After putting away the Silver Thread, she went to the washroom to wash her face.

From outside, one could hear the sound of water splashing against her cheeks.

Alex opened his eyes, and his clear black eyes showed no signs of sleepiness.

He glanced at the blanket on his body and smiled faintly.

After having breakfast together, Alex left.

At that time, most of the production crew were filming in the Uninhabited Village, so there weren’t many people in the courtyard.

Chloe accompanied him to the helicopter and watched him depart.

As the helicopter rose higher and higher, she smoothed the feathers of the little bird with her finger.

The little fellow had regained its vitality.

As soon as she released it, it flew to the sky.

After circling above her head, it flew far away.

She put both hands in her pockets, her expression changing suddenly.

Immediately after, she pulled out a handful of candies from her pocket.

She peeled off the wrapper and ate the candy as she walked back, her spirits somewhat lifted.

After waiting in her room for half an hour, the door was opened.

Turning her head, she saw Wanda Wesley standing there.

Chloe looked at Wanda’s bandaged feet but said nothing.

Wanda, not expecting Chloe to be in the room, stood there awkwardly for a moment before entering.

Chloe handed her a cup of hot tea: "Drink some."

"Thank you." Wanda accepted it, her eyes flickering and her thoughts heavy.

"By the way, last night, when you were going to tell me something in the Plum Forest, what was it?"

At that time, Wanda’s words had been interrupted by the arrival of Robert Foster.

Wanda put down her hot tea and sat at the edge of the bed.

"It’s just some personal matters. Knowing them won’t be of any use to you." She smiled faintly.

Chloe didn’t want to seem pushy, but she was just one step away from success.

She said, "I know everything that my mother knows."

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, and she remained silent for a long time with her gaze lowered.

Chloe went on: "Edward Turner told me that he wants to come over tomorrow to see... you."

Wanda suddenly stood up, her eyes wide in shock.

At this point, there was no trace of hesitation in her eyes.

"You... and him..."

"He told me he wanted to find his sister..."

"Oh, Chlo-Chlo, I suddenly have a stomachache. I need to use the restroom."

Wanda abruptly cut in, then bolted to the restroom.

Chloe took a sip of her hot tea, frowning.

Was she too anxious?

It was clear that she had not completely dispelled Wanda’s concerns yet.

Just as she was pondering, her phone vibrated.

Coincidentally, it was a message from Edward Turner.

[Miss White, I have arrived.]

He also sent a picture.

Chloe recognized the scenery in the photo - it was the entrance to the village.

Considering the recent gossip, Chloe decided to let Edward find his way in on his own, following the principle of avoiding unnecessary trouble.