Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 287 

Charles suddenly reached out to snatch her phone.

"Who has been texting you lately?"

He suddenly questioned her with a serious look.

"Give it back to me."

Christina had drunk six cans of beer before, but now she was sober and said word by word.

No one knew it was due to the cold night wind or the text message received.

Charles ignored her words, stood up directly, took the phone, and took a step back.She was immediately anxious so she pounced on her to get it back.

"What's the password?"

Charles raised his hand so that she couldn't reach it, but he needed the password to open it.She was relieved to see that the screen was locked.

But he kept asking, "Did anyone ask you to participate in this advertisement? Who?"

His question shocked her.

He was not a playboy who was only interested in eating, drinking, and pleasure-seeking.He had asked someone to check her number since he saw her receive a text message by the fountain last time.

The result was very surprising.

"I sent someone to check your communication records.You recently have contacted someone many times.It happened to be around the time of this advertisement.Who was he?"

"Why are you secretly investigating my privacy?"

Hearing him say so much all of a sudden, she was in panic, especially seeing his burning questioning look.

"Christina, I'm asking you, who are asking you to participate in this advertisement?"

Nervous, she compressed her lips and did not speak.

She felt afraid that he would find out something, especially when the text message contents flashed through her mind.

A few simple words, "Stay away from Charles"

It was from LUCY.

But now she was not sure if it was LUCY herself.

At this moment, the cold night wind blew, and she turned around in fear to observe the surroundings.

She felt she was under observation.

Fear and anxiety overtook her.

Someone was watching her.She was like a puppet manipulated, and she hated that feeling but no one would help her.

Charles kept asking, "Who has asked you to participate in it?"

She looked at him with horror and guilt.She stood on this busy street, looked around, panted, and shouted herself hoarse, "What on earth are you wanting me to do?"

"What the hell are you wanting?"

She was on the verge of tears anxiously.She was trembling all over.

In the end, she fixed the cold alley with a stare.

There was a black Ferrari.

She had an intuition that someone was staring at her over there.

She hated that feeling of being trapped in a maze and never being able to walk out.

When he was stunned, she jumped up and snatched the phone back.

Then she ran away in a hurry.

He did not chase after her, just looking straight at her escaping figure.He did not see the text message on her phone just now, but suddenly he had a presentiment.

The people around looked at them curiously, the owner of the restaurant was also surprised, but they all thought that she had drunk too much so she quarreled with her boyfriend and ran away.

Afterward, Charles paid the bill and left.

He suddenly thought of something and turned around to look in the direction of the streetlight at the entrance of the alley.

Just now, she had been looking in that direction intentionally or unintentionally, but now it was empty there.

Under the dim yellow light, there were no pedestrians at all.

Charles looked around carefully, only to see a black Ferrari slowly driving away as if there was nothing strange.

The night wind blew against him.

Charles was only wearing a dark blue shirt and suit pants.

He walked along the street towards the parking lot, tall and handsome.

But he couldn't help but shudder with chill.

His overcoat had been taken away.

"Idiot, you have caught a cold before, and now you haven't kept yourself warm.Troublemaker.He came to his car and took the key to unlock it.Suddenly, he remembered something and cursed in a low voice.

In his right hand, he was holding a rose-red lady handbag that didn’t match him.Christina, the unreliable woman, took her cell phone and ran away in a hurry, leaving her bag behind.

"I have to clear up the mess for her all day...

Charles angrily threw the bag into the passenger seat and quickly started the car.

He drove slowly along the road and looked out the window from time to time to see if she was there.

Charles was almost thirty this year, and his mother had been urging him all day to take a wife.

But there was no need to worry too much because his three elder brothers had not been married.

Because they had been suppressed by the power of their mother all year round, he and his brothers had sworn from an early age that they would either not marry anyone or marry those who were lovable and obedient.

They would not marry a girl with a bad temper just as their mother.

Charles was in a bad mood because he thought that she was as irksome as his mother.He didn't find her.So he simply parked the car aside and called his assistant.

"Mr.Shepherd, do you want me to call Miss Dickens now?" The assistant on the other end didn't understand.

"Aren't you with her? I remember you drove out..."

"Why are you asking so much? Do you want me to deduct your salary?" Charles was a little angry.

"Just call her.Ask where she is, and then pick her up to the hotel immediately:"

"Yes, sir.The assistant was in a daze by his roar.But the capitalists were inhumane so the assistant did not dare to contradict.

Anyway, the original image of Mr.Shepherd had disappeared after this advertisement shoot.

The assistant sighed, "I don't think she has been kept as a mistress by him”

His boss always played up to Miss Dickens. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Patrick, where are you now? I have something to talk to you about..." He said calmly.

Charles propped his right hand against the window, looking at the bustling city with a complicated look.

Suddenly, he didn’t want to go back to the hotel quickly, so he immediately called Patrick to make an appointment with him.

"I'm driving back to the A City."

Patrick on the other end of the phone replied coldly.

"You drive yourself back in advance?"

Charles changed his expression slightly and was shocked.

"What's the matter?"

"It's not an emergency.It's just about Christina..."

Charles was thinking about how to organize his words, but the man on the other end seemed to be impatient and said coldly, "Oh"

Noticing his indifference, Charles was inexplicably annoyed and reminded him, "She remains your wife!"

"You care about her?"

Compared to Charles, who was agitated, Patrick's voice was low and powerful, as if he was hurling a question at him.

"I care about her?"

Charles himself was stunned for a moment, but instantly, he became extremely angry.

"As a friend, it's my responsibility"

"I hope your concern will not go beyond the normal level" He replied coldly.

Charles's face darkened.

"Patrick, what are you trying to say?"

He was so angry that he forgot his previous respect for him.

Patrick went silent.

However, Charles, on the other hand, was about to lose his temper.

And he yelled at the phone, "I am caring about her.If she hasn't been in trouble, she wouldn't have run away so frightened just now"

He hung up and looked straight ahead.

The prosperity of the city did not belong to him, even a floor tile.The more successful one was, the lonelier he would be.