His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1596: I Want to Fatten You Up1

Chapter 1596

"There can’t be any trouble," William Foster reassured her, "That’s the way it is in the troops, we’re strict with ourselves, we can’t just pick up the phone any old ti."

"No, it wasn’t like this before, anyway, I just feel sothing is off, when I call Wandy it’s the sa."

Evelyn Thompson beca more and more anxious as she spoke.

William Foster’s smile faltered a bit, not continuing on.

anwhile, at a certain military district in the capitol.

Days had already passed since they were attacked by the Mutated Beings, yet the morale in the troops had not recovered.

In the crowd, Robert Foster was instructing a line of new recruits to reconstruct the fortress.

It was already late at night, and he hadn’t even had dinner yet.

At the ti of the incident, he wasn’t at the scene. By the ti he and others got there, many were injured, so seriously, and still lying in the hospital.

Chloe Collins had transferred a group of people to him, without specifying who they were. They seed to be from the Dark Alliance, but yet not.

They assisted him and others in fending off the attack by the Mutated Beings and minimized the damage.

He was given instructions from above to quickly rebuild the fortress within a week.

These days he hadn’t even gone ho, he was constantly supervising the work here, handling personally what he could.

None of them could guarantee that the Mutated Beings wouldn’t strike again.

After the mass infection, the guards and police could fend it off, but if the troops were infected, it would be even more serious.

By then, this place might beco the territory of the leader of the Mutated Beings.

Thinking about it, his work spirit rose even higher.

HIs hand was suddenly held by a small, soft hand.

He turned his head and his solemn face softened instantly, replaced with a gentle smile.

"You’re here."

Wanda Wesley nodded, pulling him to the side to sit down, "I heard that you haven’t eaten yet. These are so dishes I made when I had ti, you should eat a bit. It’s not good to damage your stomach."

"Hmm."

The two found a nearby lawn to sit down and eat.

"Did you eat yet?" Robert Foster asked her.

She shook her head, "No, I wanted to eat together with you."

She then took out her portion.

When they opened their als, Robert Foster’s was loaded with at, while hers was more simple.

"Here, let’s switch." Robert Foster imdiately put his portion in her hand and took hers.

She covered her portion, "I find at greasy, you eat it."

Robert Foster said, "We can eat it together."

"I’m not lying. Otherwise, why didn’t I put more at in my portion? Now isn’t a ti of material shortage, right?" She looked at him with a smile.

Robert Foster found it reasonable, nodded, but couldn’t resist feeding her a piece of at, "Try it."

She ate it.

Robert Foster didn’t eat, smiling as he watched her, "Do you know what my wish is?"

"World peace." Wanda Wesley quickly responded, linking it to the current situation.

"Not that, my wish is, to hope that you beco plump again, just like you were before."

Wanda Wesley frowned, "Like before? No, I looked terrible."

And, she was mocked by many people back then because wearing a leather suit made her appear fat, so it was indeed ugly.

Robert Foster, however, looked at her with a smile, "Not at all ugly, very cute, round and round, super cute."

His voice was very warm.

Wanda Wesley’s eyes ward slightly, she lowered her head and laughed, staring at the large piece of at, her eyes growing sour.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to eat, it’s that she’s afraid of gaining weight.

She was small to begin with and if she got fat, she would look terrible.

She had to control herself.