His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1394: I Love You Too1

Chapter 1394

Since ancient tis, the economy has always been the strongest pillar. There’s an ancient saying: Money can move the devil. This sufficiently illustrates the power of money.

She leaned her head on Alexander Foster’s body, holding an iPad in her hand, scrolling through the news photos of chaos.

At present, in the news, this storm seems to be subsiding.

The rebellion of the experint subjects has failed again.

She thought of Wanda Wesley and wondered what was happening to her now.

During dinner today, when she ntioned that others had been released, she ntioned each na once, but she didn’t ntion Wanda Wesley.

At that mont, she saw a flicker of desolation in Robert Foster’s eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Alexander Foster put down his book and turned to look at her.

She recovered and said, "Oh, I’m wondering that since their attempt to fra didn’t succeed, they won’t just let it go. I am unsure if there are any more insidious tricks waiting for ."

"After all..." She looked at Alexander Foster and smiled, "We stole their brilliant product which they’d been cultivating for many years. They must be angry, right?"

Alexander Foster chuckled softly, "Hearing you say that makes feel surprisingly spoiled. Thank you for the complint, madam."

Chloe Collins’s face flushed slightly, his use of the word "madam" felt inexplicably intimate.

In an instant, she felt that no matter what happened in the future, she wouldn’t be afraid. Worst cos to worst, she would face her obstacles head-on.

"I have sothing to tell you." she said.

Alexander Foster was all ears.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered a sentence or two. His expression changed.

He suddenly laughed, "You...were you the one always trailing behind ?"

She frowned, "What do you an always trailing behind? I was protecting you."

"Hmm, protect , distract my attention, and I was nearly shot. That’s what you call protecting ." His words were laced with sarcasm.

His mory took him back to their year in a brutal training camp. A "traitor" was always quietly following him, occasionally fighting off so soldiers for him, but most of the ti, he was clearing obstacles for her.

Back then, assuming it to be part of his training, he didn’t pay it any mind.

Years later, hearing this news from her suddenly brought him an indescribable inner joy.

Overwheld by emotions, he leaned in and kissed her.

"So, heaven had given a hint since I was young."

"Huh?"

"The hint that you can’t escape from being mine."

His sweet whispers filled her ears, as entangling as his kiss.

After the kiss, she snuggled up in his arms and started to doze off. Her foot, however, was quite awake, playfully writing on his underfoot, prompting him to guess.

Alexander Foster closed his eyes, a grin on his face. He guessed, "Alexander Foster, is, the, most..."

Suddenly, his underfoot tickled, and she sped up her pace.

Her touch on his ear lobe distracted him, he squinted and asked with a smile, "What were the last few words?"

"Guess it right, and I’ll cook breakfast for you tomorrow morning."

Seemingly pondering, he said, "The most adorable person."

"No."

"The most charming person."

"Must it be so flattery?"

He fell into silence and said, "The most narcissistic person."

"Still not correct."

"Madam, I surrender."

She wrote it all again.

Alexander Foster comprehended it and smiled charmingly. He couldn’t resist writing a few words underneath her foot.

She softly spoke out those few characters, "I, love, you."

The mont her words fell, he leaned in and kissed her, "I love you too."

...

He fell for a girl. He couldn’t quite pinpoint when it started. He only knew that one year, while healing at Harville Temple, an intriguing girl with a lodious voice barged into his life and settled for a lifeti.

At that ti, he didn’t even know what he was feeling. He just occasionally rembered that voice, that laughter, and that night she turned to him for help hiding in his arms.

Those mories made him uninterested in all the arranged dates. Because during those dates, he would unconsciously think of her voice, and when brought back to reality, he would inevitably compare the person in front of him with her, which only further sapped his interest.

Later, she walked into Restaurant Victoria one day, and she openly embraced him in front of everyone.

That’s when his heart moved.

(For the details of the aforentioned, please refer to Chapter 2~)