His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1519: I Make a Wish, With My Wife Chloe Collins...1

Chapter 1519

Back then, when Raine Nolan insisted it was Chloe Collins, he did not believe her.

Because, on cara, Chloe did not lay a finger.

But now, this scene made him question himself.

In Hans White’s eyes, besides shock, there was deep consideration.

Chloe took a step forward, her gaze fixed on him: "Chairman White, you look so curious; do you want to taste the feel of a fall too?"

Hans White did not seem to pay special attention to her words. He snorted, flicked his sleeve, turned, and walked away.

A group of people followed him back.

After glancing at Chloe, Tristan Collins seed to want to say sothing, but he stopped. His eyes were complicated. Shortly after, he also followed in Hans White’s footsteps and returned.

"Let’s go, back ho for now." Alexander Foster took her hand.

Her rising anger had been suppressed, she nodded in agreent: "Mhmm."

After that day, there were no more assassination attempts on her until the day of her competition with Clara Carrington.

Alexander told her to focus on the hotel matter first, that he would handle Milton White’s matter.

She agreed.

On the twenty-first of June, the weather was clear, but the air was sowhat stuffy.

Today was her birthday.

When she woke up, she slled a scent, right next to her pillow.

Surrounding the pillow was a circle of roses, bathed in golden light- romantically breathtaking.

The man’s hand extended to hold her, gently pressing his soft lips against her cheek: "Happy Birthday."

Chloe smiled sleepily, turned, and snuggled into his chest, comfortably squinting: "I’m 24, ti flies so quickly."

Her casual complaint made him think of his own age.

Once his birthday passed, he would also be twenty-nine.

Indeed, ti did fly.

"I have a birthday wish." He slightly tightened his hold, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"It’s my birthday, what are you making wishes for?" She chuckled.

"Can I take advantage of my wife’s luck?" He asked, his voice soft.

Chloe tilted her head, feigning consideration before saying, "Fine, I’ll lend it to you."

Alexander lifted his lips: "My wish is to spend my entire life with my wife, Chloe Collins. Although we were not born on the sa day of the sa year of the sa month, I wish to die together on the sa day of the sa year of the sa month."

Chloe montarily blanked, resting her face against his chest, unable to find the words.

After a long while, she said, "My birthday wish is very simple."

The man lowered his eyes patiently, waiting to hear.

She leaned close to his ear, whispered two words, and his subsequent laughter hid a touch of shy blush.

It was a blush on behalf of her embarrassnt.

Suddenly, the man flipped over and pressed her down, his voice soft: "Okay, your wish is my command."

...

In the early morning, a bird by the window peered into the room shyly.

-

At ten in the morning, in the grand conference room on the top floor of the Harmony Complex.

The main topic of the day was to determine the position of the president. The eting would begin at half-past ten.

Alexander dropped her off at the company entrance, watched her walk in, and then turned around to leave.

Heijii was standing by the entire ti, silent, feeling like a giant lightbulb.

Especially at the mont when the two embraced.

At this mont, he stole a glance at Chloe’s neck. Discovering so ambiguous red marks, he teased, "Boss, you have been conquered too."

He stifled his laughter.

Chloe: "Which eye of yours saw being conquered?"

Heijii pointed at his eyes, "Both eyes saw it. Your smile towards Alexander Foster was so soft, like a blooming flower, and you say you’re not conquered?"

Chloe sneered, "That was conquering him."

Having said that, she walked into the elevator.

Heijii couldn’t help but laugh: "I wonder, who said they don’t like him in the beginning."

Chloe glanced at him: "When did I say that?"

"I... uh..."

Heijii scratched his head, suddenly unable to recall anything.

Feeling confused, he asked, "Ah? Did you like him from the beginning?"

The elevator door opened with a ding, interrupting their conversation.

They both lifted their eyes to see two people standing outside. One was Clara Carrington, the other was Vice President Austin Thornton.