His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1544: Only He Can Win Against Her1

Chapter 1544

He calmly lowered his gaze, continuing to focus on the book in his hand.

"Has sothing happened?"

Chloe Collins was two or three ters away from him, twice as far away as before.

Yet she sat on the ground just like old tis.

That was how they used to interact.

He took charge of chanting scriptures, she was in charge of listening. If she got tired, she would take a little nap, and he would cover for her.

As ti went by, the distance between them grew.

"There was an explosion at the Norville Railway Station. The perpetrator had contracted a novel virus, which is now barely under control. According to my investigation, this virus was developed by the Valleys and their team. You should be aware of this project."

She stared at his eyes, which hung lightly, not eting her gaze.

After a few seconds of silence, he said casually, "These matters are beyond my control now. Coming to does nothing."

The page of the book turned, but it strangely flipped back instead of forward.

Chloe Collins spoke slowly, "I know you’re not that kind of person. The relevant departnts have launched an investigation, the Valleys and others will certainly be brought to justice. If you don’t stand up now, as the situation progresses, it will be detrintal for you and the whole White family."

He sighed faintly, closed his eyes, put the book casually aside, then turned around, his back facing her as he picked up another book.

His voice carried a clear, unambitious tone, "What can I do? You tell ."

"We need to find the Valleys’ lair and know all their power and plans. Only then can we stop him quickly."

The man, with his back to her, stayed silent for a while, then a relaxed laugh ca, "Will you believe if I say I don’t know?"

Chloe Collins was taken aback.

"Yes, you’re right, two years ago I told you that I participated in the New Human Project, but I was not in control. They were afraid that I would ruin it and took precautions against . There are many things I don’t know."

"Brother."

"Eleven."

He interrupted her, flipping through a book in his hands casually.

Then he said slowly, "Things are not as simple as you imagine. After all these years of knowing , do you still not understand what kind of person I am? These years I have been resisting, but I’ve already failed. If I can’t even control my own body, how can I control the situation?"

Chloe Collins was heavy-hearted, and after a pause, she said, "At least, the White family should cooperate with the investigation. Without your help, the Valleys’ plan will definitely go astray."

He fell silent once again.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looking at the statue of Buddha in front of him, and said faintly, "Alright, if you can beat , I will do as you say."

A glimr of hope appeared in Chloe Collins’s eyes.

"Do you still rember the ga we used to play when we were kids?"

So fragnts of mories awoke in her mind, causing her eyelashes to flutter slightly.

"I rember, I always lost."

Life in the temple was monotonous, so they often played small gas to pass the ti.

Among those gas, there was one she never won against Milton White. But every other ti, no matter who she played against, she always won.

So whenever Milton White didn’t want her to do sothing, he would use this ga to intimidate her.

She accepted the challenge every ti and lost every ti.

Recalling it occasionally still made her utterly frustrated.

This ga was very simple — it was a ga of Pictionary, divided into two rounds. They would take turns guessing, competing who guessed more. The one who was drawing would write the answer on the back of the prompt board, then draw the clue in front.