His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 771: Her Cheek Rests on His Hand

Chapter 771: Chapter 771: Her Cheek Rests on His Hand

"Chapter 771

Heijii dropped the three people off at the entrance to the residential area and drove away.

Robert Foster volunteered to take Wanda Wesley back, while Chloe Collins went back to the Fosters’ alone.

It was already very late, and the night-shift security guard at the main gate was dozing off.

Hearing the noise, he hurried to open the door and greeted her, "Miss Collins."

Chloe nodded her head and was about to leave, when she suddenly turned around and asked him, "Did the second young master go out tonight?"

Security guard: "No, he didn’t go out after he came back in the evening."

She nodded, "Thank you."

Upon returning to the east wing, both buildings had only the dim night lights on, and every window was dark.

She sat in her room for a while without falling asleep, so she went to the living room to watch a movie.

With the movie volume turned down to the minimum, she watched and eventually lay down on the couch, hugging a pillow.

The movie was Charlie Chaplin’s ’The Great Dictator,’ which she had seen many times before.

She loved watching old movies; they gave her a special feeling.

More importantly, they calmed her mind.

However, this time, the effect was minimal.

Before long, she heard some noise from next door, and the light was turned off.

The movie was nearing its end when someone turned it off.

Everything quieted down around her.

Alexander Foster walked over to the couch to find Chloe sleeping with her hair draping over half her face.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he gently brushed her hair aside.

Chloe suddenly turned her head, buried her face in his hand, and rubbed it with her eyes closed, seemingly deep in sleep.

About five seconds later, she turned her face to the other side.

Alex didn’t want to wake her, so he fetched a blanket and covered her with it before turning off the light and heading upstairs.

As his footsteps gradually moved up the stairs, the girl on the couch opened her eyes.

She stared at the ceiling for a while, then pulled up the blanket and continued to sleep.

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The next morning, Chloe was awakened by the aroma of food.

She glanced at the time, and it was already past nine o’clock.

She went back to her room to change clothes and then went to eat breakfast.

Evelyn Thompson was checking the gifts for the Collinses with the butler.

"Aunt Evelyn, where is Brother Xian?" she asked, halfway through eating without seeing anyone.

Evelyn replied, "Oh, he went to the company already; he left very early."

"And Cain?"

"I don’t know, this kid also left early in the morning. On such a weekends, he doesn’t even know how to stay home and keep me company!"

After saying this, she instructed the butler to add two more items.

She then walked over to Chloe, "Chlo-Chlo, tonight we’re going to your house for dinner, you know about this, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

Chloe already knew that Tristan Collins was throwing a party for his younger son.

She saw Robert Foster’s social media update just when the conversation ended.

He had gone to learn driving with Charles Carrington.

She discreetly placed her phone on the dining table, making sure that Evelyn didn’t see it.

After breakfast, she went to find Charles Carrington as well.

She had something to discuss with Robert, and she was itching to have some fun herself.

When she arrived, she watched the interaction between Charles Carrington and Robert Foster from the stands for a while.

It was kind of funny.

Charles, usually carefree, was now like a nagging old mother, constantly reminding Robert of what he should pay attention to.

He finally let Robert drive away and ran after him for a few steps, his eyes filled with concern.

Chloe’s gaze followed Robert’s car, admiring his determination to overcome his psychological barrier.

The keywords surrounding racing car are speed and passion; if Robert could overcome this, driving normally wouldn’t be a problem.

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(Can you see it? I, Chloe, am taking the initiative.)