His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1600: A Woman’s Sixth Sense1

"Chapter 1600

Since this man wishes to get married, regardless of his intentions or feelings towards her, she decides to proceed.

Sooner or later, one has to get married, even if it’s just for the sake of the child.

Loveless or not, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Deep into the night, her mind would still wander.

Getting married like this, she can’t help but feel she let this man off easy, and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

This state of conflict and confusion has persisted for a long ti and, even today, still lingers.

So, when Charles Carrington brought up the subject earlier, she hesitated.

Living together, isn’t it just an indirect proposal?

She was silent all the way, lost in thought.

As the car returned to their residential area and slowly parked, she snapped out of her daze, unbuckled the seatbelt, and got the child out of the car.

"Ahh, it’s Ms. Jones," exclaid the little girl.

Layla Lowell turned her head upon hearing the voice, only to see a maturely dressed woman quickening her pace towards her daughter.

"Hello, Dawn."

Layla went blank for a mont, then suddenly recognized the woman’s face!

It was... Miranda Jones!

They had t once, two years ago. Back then, Miranda told her that she had been pregnant with Charles’ child, but was asked to abort the baby by Charles himself.

At the ti, she also suggested that Layla should also abort Dawn, to avoid future trouble.

Furthermore, a few days ago, Miranda had sent her a ssage on her phone.

And now, she appears again as Dawn’s teacher...

No matter how she thought about it, she could not believe that this woman was as good-natured as she seed on the surface.

After exchanging a few words with Dawn, Miranda stood up, smiled at her, and said, "Miss Lowell, you rember , don’t you?"

"What are you doing here!"

A stern male voice interrupted their conversation.

Layla glanced over and saw Charles approaching with a stern expression on his face. He looked anxious, as if worried Miranda would reveal so scandalous secret of his.

Miranda, seeing him, didn’t flinch but smiled and greeted him, "Long ti no see, Charles."

The way she addressed him made Layla uncomfortable.

She took Dawn’s hand and said flatly, "It’s getting late. I need to take her to dinner."

Without another word, she led Dawn towards the elevator.

"Ms. Lowell, please wait." Miranda stopped her and said, "Due to recent events, the children cannot go to the kindergarten. The kindergarten has made a new arrangent. Teachers like myself will ho-teach. That’s why I’m here today."

Layla was suspicious, "It’s so late at night. You’re here to teach?"

Miranda laughed, "Of course not. I mainly ca today to let you know that I will be coming over around eight every morning to teach Dawn. I hope you can support our work."

Layla picked up Dawn and replied, "I see, I’ll have to go ho and consult with the kindergarten principal first."

"Of course." Miranda nodded, smiling. She seed friendly and gentle.

Layla didn’t say much else and proceeded ahead to the elevator.

Previously, she didn’t have any particular feelings towards Miranda. But after that one text ssage incident, she developed an intense dislike for her.

Perhaps it was a woman’s intuition at play. But all in all, she didn’t like her.

Not to ntion, leaving her child in her hands.

Once she was back ho, she imdiately called the kindergarten principal to inform him about the situation.

The principal was surprised, exclaiming into the phone, "What? She really did that?"