His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 85: Who is the Man Who Brought You Back?

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Who is the Man Who Brought You Back?

As she passed the entrance hall, she determined the location of Alexander Foster by the direction of his scent - the staircase entrance.

In the dimly lit space, a tall man leaned against the wall, his head drooping, his long legs slightly bent. He was utterly motionless, as if asleep.

But no one who was asleep could stand so steadily.

She languidly walked over and reached out, resting her hand near his shoulder.

With a click, the light on the stairs turned on, casting a dim, orange ray. It shone on the handsome face of the man, illuminating the clarity in his eyes.

There was no trace of sleepiness.

So, he wasn’t asleep.

Chloe Collins calmly met his gaze, asking, "Why didn’t you turn on the light?"

A hint of unknowable emotion swirled in the man’s eyes as he casually said, "Just came in."

His deep and mellow voice, laced with a hint of hoarseness, gave these simple three words an ambiguous touch.

Despite his nonchalant gaze, he couldn’t hide the sharpness inherited in his bones. His raw scrutiny leaked out unconsciously.

Chloe found it interesting. She tilted her head slightly, studying him with a smile. "Something to say?"

The man suddenly lowered his head, leaning in slightly. Half of his handsome face was illuminated by the warm light, the other half in shadow.

His black pupils were focused on Chloe’s eyes unblinkingly.

From his thin lips, a few words were carefully spoken, "I have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder."

Chloe’s face remained expressionless. "And so?"

His voice was light and emotionless. "Without my permission, others are not allowed to enter this house, including... his scent."

Chloe lifted her chin, her playful and fearless gaze meeting his head-on. "What does that have to do with me?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, his arm suddenly pressing against the wall next to her ear, preventing her from looking away. He let out a small laugh, questioning, "Who was the man who brought you back just now? Huh?"

Chloe was silent, calmly examining him. Suddenly, she smiled, "Are you...jealous?"

Under the warm yellow light, her smile bloomed freely on her flawless face.

The man’s expression paused, his gaze slightly unfocused.

So much so that when Chloe whispered something in his ear, he didn’t hear.

After she finished speaking, her fingers teasingly tugged at his earlobe.

"Goodnight," she playfully said, then turned and headed towards her room.

Alexander squinted his eyes, slowly realizing the words embedded in what she had said: "Your ears are really red."

At this moment, Ford, who had been standing silently in the corner of the entrance hall, came forward.

He was holding several urgently processed documents, his face full of joy.

"Young Master, it seems... you’ve been flirted with by a young girl."

He came forward with a grin, "Young Master, it turns out, you’re quite innocent."

Alexander cast him a cold glance, "What is it?"

"Oh, you forgot, didn’t you ask me to deliver some documents earlier? Maybe you were distracted by something else and forgot about it?"

Alexander took the documents and glanced at them, "Mr. Ford, are you planning to retire early?"

Ford had no choice but to keep quiet.

The next morning.

Chloe Collins got up a little later than usual, awakened by the smell of cooked rice.

Upon getting up and arriving at the living room, she saw Alexander Foster standing in the kitchen.

Was he....cooking?

Chloe Collins squinted her eyes, moving a few steps to view him from the side.

She caught sight of him pulling out two eggs from a basket.

"Fried or boiled?" he asked without turning around, his voice as calm as water.

Chloe pressed her lips together, "Are you making it for me?"

The man still didn’t turn around, "Just by the way."

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(Author’s note: In the future, there will be a short special Chapter dedicated to our male lead’s psychological activity when he’s moved. Hahaha...)

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