His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 747: Are You Willing to Die for Me?

Chapter 747: Chapter 747: Are You Willing to Die for Me?

Chapter 747

As he stood there blankly, Chloe Collins suddenly reached out to steal the ball from his hand.

He recovered in an instant, instinctively lifting the ball higher, away from her reach.

This kind of game, no one could tire of it, regardless of their age.

He raised the ball, she jumped up. She looked up at the ball, while he looked down at her.

In this to-and-fro, Chloe suddenly felt a soft touch on her lips. It was a quick, light touch, disappearing from her lips as soon as her feet hit the ground, just a second later.

But in her mind, it became clearer!

She analyzed her recent behavior and then froze.

Her gaze slowly drifted down, onto his equally stunned face.

Alexander Foster’s lips moved slightly, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Thud!

The basketball slipped from his hand and rolled off the court, with Samoyed following it.

Chloe blinked, lightly biting her lower lip. The slightly painful feeling reminded her that she wasn’t dreaming.

Just now... she once again "actively" kissed Alexander’s lips.

The last time, it was after some drinks, on Christmas Eve.

She suddenly felt weak in the knees, staring at him in a daze.

All of a sudden, Alexander Foster smiled softly, breaking the silence with a soft voice. "Would you mind having one more boyfriend in your life?"

Chloe didn’t look away from his gaze. Instead, she met his eyes, her voice shaky, "Would you be willing to die for me?"

Alex’s eyes flickered, momentarily speechless.

The first time he heard this question, he thought she was rejecting him.

The second time he heard it, it sparked a completely new feeling.

It seemed like despair, yet hope. Joy, yet melancholy.

Meeting her gaze, he said honestly: "I don’t know."

"Then, I do mind."

My response depends on you.

She redirected her gaze elsewhere. "I’m tired. I’m going to sleep."

Hands shoved in her pockets, she walked away by herself.

Robert Foster, who had been observing from some distance, quickly dragged Samoyed aside. He watched as Chloe walked out, his brother not following behind.

Scratching his head, he began to question everything.

Glancing at Samoyed, then at the man still on the court, he was at a loss. "Weren’t they just kissing? Why are they acting like they’ve had a falling out?"

Samoyed tilted his head, his eyes wide in confusion.

"Could it be Chloe didn’t like it because my brother was too passive? Right? Victor, didn’t Chloe kiss my brother just now? Didn’t he hold her? I knew it was like this!"

Robert Foster looked at the photo in his phone, recalling the romantic moment with a sense of regret.

"I have no idea what my brother is thinking."

Alex was getting increasingly frustrated, his mind entangled in that question.

Just as he was about to continue playing basketball to clear his mind, his phone suddenly buzzed.

[Chlo-Chlo: Come back and open the door.]

[Almost there.]

He tossed the ball aside, grabbed his jacket, and headed off the sports field.

He returned to his apartment and noticed the first floor was lit and the door was open.

That’s when he remembered, he hadn’t locked the door.

So, she just wanted him to return.

He walked inside, closed the door, glanced at Chloe’s room, and then went upstairs after quite a while.

Even though it was winter, he had worked up quite a sweat after playing basketball for over two hours. He needed a shower.

He mechanically picked up his toothbrush, squeezed out some toothpaste, but suddenly the image of Chloe kissing him flashed across his mind.

The man reflected in the mirror, his neck and ear tips flush red.

A sparkling smile crossed his face.

The next second, he dropped his toothbrush.

During the shower, he also made a conscious effort to avoid his lips.

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(The update for the 25th ends here, Goodnight.)