Revenge Of The Sexy Wife

“You’ve been acting like a sappy monster all day.” Jocelyn said dotingly, raising her hand and gently pinching Madeline’s nose.

“Mummy, you’re talking nonsense, I’m not.”

Madeline pouted.

“Okay, okay, don’t just stand here, I’ve asked the nanny to prepare a big table of food, hurry up and eat first.” Jocelyn greeted.

“I am hungry.” Madeline said playfully and cutely as she rubbed her little tummy.

“You’re wit.” The three then came together at the table.

The nanny was very good at cooking, and she had made four dishes and one soup.

Although it was a bland, home-cooked meal, the three of them ate it with great pleasure.

In fact, the three are more grounded than one might expect in relation to their status as the richest in the world.

Most of all thanks to Jocelyn, for whom it is essential to raise good children with a good sense of spending.

The meal was gorged for a while and the food was eaten.

In the living room after tea, Jocelyn raised her eyes slightly to glance at Madeline.

“Madeline, there is a talent show in my company recently, do you want to join it?”

Although she learns that Madeline’s dream is to become an idol, Jocelyn still asks thoughtfully once before anything specific.

“Really? Of course I do.”

Hearing this news, Madeline’s eyes glowed.

“Well then, I’ll send someone to arrange for the recording of the show which should be starting almost in the next month.”

Jocelyn nodded and smiled gratefully.

“There’s still about a month to go, so I’ll have to practice hard after class these days to make sure I do.”

Madeline rubbed her chin, saying.

“Don’t tire yourself out too much, Mummy supports your dreams.”

Jocelyn said in a deep breath.

“If I chase my dreams, I will definitely sweat in to the process, don’t worry, mommy, I was mentally prepared before that.”

Madeline said firmly.

Lawrence watched from the sidelines, his angular features resembling a statue, a smile unconsciously flowing between his eyes.

“I know you’re ready for this, but naturally I don’t want you to suffer, and you need to know that mummy will always be your strongest backer.”

Seeing Madeline’s vision of her dream, Jocelyn revealed a smile of relief.

“And me.”

Lawrence, who had been silent, finally spoke up at that moment.

“Great, as long as Mummy and Brother are there, I will be bold to chase my dreams no matter how difficult the road is.”

Madeline was moved.

She is glad she has such an enlightened family, after all, in many gentry families, they don’t want their daughters to suffer, and even more so, they look down on the entertainment industry.

After chatting, the night was getting late and the three of them went back to their respective rooms to rest.

To wash away the day’s fatigue, Lawrence took a shower.

After waiting for an hour, he emerged from the bathroom in a black silk bathrobe, topped with half-dried black hair.

Droplets of water ran down his hair, across the sensual knot of his throat, before trailing down his chest, making Lawrence look sexy.

Step by step he went to the sofa, he opened his arms and lay down smoothly, the bright moonlight spilling clear through the window sill onto the floor as if a white frost had fallen.

Staring at the small patch of moonlight, his thoughts grew disordered.

Will he receive his buns tomorrow?

Or will it be the same as before and he will never receive a bun again?

That girl, really, will never go to school again, will she?

…

The more he thought about it, the more confusing it became, and he stopped thinking about it, the cold light gleaming in his eyes, adding a point of indifference to it.

When a slight cool night breeze blew in from the bay window and dried his black hair, he got up from the sofa and lay down on the bed.

…

It was not until eleven in the morning that Victoria left work and hurried home.

She took off her work uniform and got on the last bus.

From her position she opened the window, and although it was eleven in the morning, it didn’t stop Flento City from buzzing at all.

Victoria came back from the busy main city to the outskirts of the city where people are rare.

Along the way, the dappled light from the street lamps shone dimly on her perfect side.

Get out of the car, at which point she was the only one left.

Walking through a dirty area and turning down an alleyway, she returned to her temporary rental place with a can of pepper spray clutched tightly in her hand.

By the time she had finished her shower, it was by now 12. 30am and she was lying in bed tossing and turning.

“Should I drop out of school or not?”

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and muttered something.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Not far away, under the moonlight, lay her salary for the month, plus the money from the luxury items she had sold earlier, just enough to pay next quarter’s school fees.

She remembered the day when, full of joy and holding a careful heart, she came to Lawrence and pleaded with him to accompany her at the school festival.

Only to be met with a cruel refusal from Lawrence.

At the thought of this, Victoria’s eyes went moist.

Everything, her cautious crush on Lawrence, was like the bubble of a beautiful dream that had been burst.

She was frustrated.

But then she remembered, the image of Lawrence helping herself out.

The frustration in the mind is much less.

In its place, there is infinite warmth.

It is now senior year.

Not surprisingly, there’s just one year left to peek at Lawrence.

At the thought of it, she couldn’t bear to tell the boy she had been secretly in love with for so long.

She had circled the entire campus to get a glimpse of Lawrence, even only daring to look at him brightly in inconspicuous places.

Lawrence had occupied her entire youth.

Every time she thought of these days, tears showed in Victoria’s eyes.

It wasn’t that her crush hadn’t come to fruition, but if she were to say goodbye now, it would always hurt.

“Forget it, a crush is something you like once regardless of the outcome, whatever, pay for the next stage tomorrow.”

Victoria tapped the tabletop and made up his mind.

She had a crush on Lawrence, even if it ended up as a gust of wind, as long as it blew past him then she would have no regrets.

After convincing her heart, Victoria has never been so relaxed for a moment. Perhaps this is the power of liking.

With her worries settled, she was finally able to sleep happily.