His Wife Calls The S Chapter 235: Oh, I’ve Been Found Out

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Oh, I’ve Been Found Out

Chapter 235

Chloe Collins couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Fine, give the things to the staff and tell them that soone will co and pick them up later."

"Oh, okay, Robert Foster is also urging

to co, thank goodness for you! Well, goodbye for now."

"Mm-hmm."

She hung up the phone and walked towards that direction.

She looked at the ti, still enough.

Arriving at Gate Three, she saw an oversized gift box lying in the duty room, with a pink bow on top.

She laughed again, couldn’t help but imagine one of the previous incidents when Charles Carrington was "attacked" by pink. It was hilarious.

Picking it up with one hand, she walked towards Charles’s place.

It was quite lively over there, everyone discussing the race.

When she appeared, a cheer erupted, and several n ca over, clapping their hands on her shoulders, calling her brother and sister.

Mostly just "long ti no see."

Today, besides their league, they also organized a friendly match between several racing teams within the nation.

After dealing with everyone, she walked into the room.

There were two people standing at the doorway. Seeing her, they also greeted "Aaron."

The door was ajar, and she knocked twice before entering.

"Your fan sent you a gift. You better find a fridge to store it."

As she spoke, she closed the door behind her.

Charles Carrington turned back, looking slightly surprised.

"How did you get here?"

Chloe Collins casually put the ice cream on the table, tapping on the pink bow with her finger, "Don’t let the young lady’s heart go to waste..."

Her voice trailed off, her nostrils flaring as she slowly turned and took two steps forward, imdiately seeing the man behind the screen.

Alex was lying on the couch, his head resting on an arm, his handso face looking a bit lazy and weary. His suit jacket was placed next to him, his black shirt and tie already undone, even two buttons were unfastened. His long legs were draped over the armrest, exuding casual and decadent sexiness.

At that mont, those beautiful eyes were staring at her.

He blinked slowly, looking her up and down.

Deep black pupils, stripped of surprise, showed a hint of amusing smile.

"Chlo-Chlo." He called her directly.

Charles Carrington spread his hands at Chloe Collins, "I can’t bla , you revealed yourself accidentally. It wasn’t

who told him."

He’s not that much of a gossip.

Chloe sighed, dropping her mask to her chin to breathe a bit.

Looking into Alex’s eyes, she asked, "What is your relationship with him?"

Alex had already stood up, his warm breath approaching Chloe, smiling lightly in his eyes, "Nothing special."

Charles Carrington sneered, "You two are really a match made in heaven. It’s great that as long as you are together, you won’t be causing trouble for others."

Thinking of the grievances he had suffered at the hands of these two, he made such a remark.

Chloe gave him a sideways glance, signaling him to shut up.

"I’m leaving." She pulled up her mask, took one last look at Alexander Foster, and left.

Alex watched her leave, his gaze returning to Charles Carrington.

"When did you et her?" Sharp, cold light aid straight at Charles Carrington’s eyes.

Charles Carrington cursed lowly: "You change your face too fast, what happened to the gentleness just now, hm?"

Alex picked up his jacket and said: "I’ll settle the score with you so other ti."

Charles Carrington: "What score? Huh? I didn’t an to hide it from you... well, let’s say I did it on purpose, it must be to protect your little girlfriend, hey—where are you going? Didn’t you say you were resting?"

"Watching the race."

"Didn’t you just say you weren’t interested in watching the race? Huh?!"

The person was already far away.