His Wife Calls The S Chapter 15: She Has a Crush on Me

Chapter 15: Chapter 15: She Has a Crush on

Chapter 15: She Has a Crush on

Even with her hearing aid, her hearing was several tis better than an average person's. Just stepping into the courtyard, she heard the sound of running water.

That man must be taking a shower.

Perfect.

As she entered, she ran into Mr. Ford who was leaving.

Mr. Ford was surprised to see her, "Miss Chloe, what brings you here?"

Chloe Collins put both her hands in her coat pockets, feigning innocence, "A dog took my stuff and ran inside. I want to go in and find it."

"Oh, what is it? Let

help you find it."

"No need, thank you Mr. Ford."

As they talked, Chloe walked past him and into the house.

Mr. Ford looked back a couple of tis but didn't stop her. He revealed an interesting smile and then walked away.

With no one on the first floor, Chloe quickly searched every room but found nothing.

The dog had gone upstairs, so she naturally followed.

She heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed and deduced that the man must have been washing his face.

With a quick fight ntality, it took her three minutes to search the rooms on the second floor.

Still nothing.

The last room left was Alexander Foster's.

She knocked on the door casually and pretending to get an answer, she walked in.

No one was in the outer living room,

The study room was well-organized, with various docunts neatly stacked.

At a glance, she saw they were all about Alexander's company.

Nothing special.

Then, her gaze focused on a photograph. In the photo, a woman was hugging eleven-year-old Alexander, smiling at the cara.

The woman was very beautiful and looked sowhat similar to Alexander.

But she was not Evelyn Thompson, but Emma Foster.

It seed they had a good relationship.

Could Alexander know the whereabouts of Emma's things?

For a mont, she considered asking Alexander, but rembering her mother's instructions, she dismissed the idea.

"Seen enough?"

A cold voice suddenly ca from the side.

Chloe regained her composure, turned her head to look at him slowly.

Alexander stood at the doorway of his bedroom, his handso face full of indifference, his black eyes staring at her unblinkingly.

He wore a simple indigo-blue silk robe, exposing a large area of chest muscles, and his sturdy legs were exposed.

Chloe's eyes were calm, putting down the photo fra and saying calmly, "Your dog brought my stuff in, so I ca to find it."

"What is it?" His tone was a bit interrogative, as if he didn't quite believe her.

Chloe looked straight at him, a faint smile on her lips, "If I told you, would you help

find it?"

Alexander's indifferent gaze was full of scrutiny, "Victor is never interested in a stranger's stuff. What is your real purpose?"

Chloe chuckled lightly, showing no sign of panic, "You're so smart, why don't you guess?"

As she spoke, she walked slowly towards him, and his unique scent imdiately entered her nostrils, inexplicably soothing her body and mind.

"Second Young Master, you... look pretty good." She looked up, showing him a seemingly delighted smile.

The next second, her casual gaze slid slowly past his handso face, lingered on his neck, and then looked directly past him into the bedroom, taking in the layout inside.

At first glance, aside from the bathroom layout being strange, nothing else seed different.

As she tried to take another step forward, her forehead was suddenly pressed against the man's index and middle fingertips.

He looked down, coldly staring at the girl close to him and with a little force on his fingers, pushed her back a step.

He maintained a safe distance between them.

He spoke indifferently, "You are Miles White's assistant."

Chloe took her gaze back from the bathroom entrance, "More or less, but if Young Master wants to talk about cooperation, like I said before, you should find soone else."

After saying that, she left the room.

There was a problem with the bathroom, and she would co back for sure.

Alexander didn't stop her and didn't say anything else. His deep eyes seed to have a plan all along.

Just then, a Samoyed entered, holding a fluorescent ball and wagging its tail at him.

The man crouched down, looking at the dog, a thought crossing his mind.

He stroked the dog's fur emotionlessly, "Using you as an excuse to co and see , it seems she has a crush on ."