Billionaire's Sweet Wife

"You have your own job now, and you are an adult. Be mature."

"I haven't married anyone I like! Mr. Campbell, don't leave me."

In the face of her crying look, Ryan Campbell said calmly, "You are excellent now, doing the work you like, you can live as you want, and my existence is optional for you."

Kathy Clark shook her head, tears began to fall, and she looked pitiful and helpless, "This is not the life I want. I just do all this to make myself better, so that I can stand by you in a glamorous way."

"You're just dependant on me. I am married now. My wife is not a particularly generous person. Don't say such things again in the future. It is not good for her to hear it. There is no need to do these meaningless things." When he finished speaking, he stood up, looked down at her and said, "Go back to rest early, I will go first."

Back home, I took a bath and lay in bed, looking at a strange house, but it was comfortable and let people forget their uneasiness. After tossing all day, I was even more tired than going to work, and I fell asleep after a while.

It was early morning when Ryan Campbell finished the work at hand. When he came out of the study, his footsteps stopped in front of the door, reached out and twisted the door, and he locked it.

Ryan Campbell's pov

I went to my room to find the key and gently opened the door. In the dark room, the moonlight fell on the bed, and I could faintly see the sleeping girl in bed, who slept sound.

I thought she would not get used to it on her first day. It seems that she has a strong adaptability.

I picked up the remote control and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner before leaving her room. After going out, I didn't forget to lock the door back to her.

The next day, I was woken up by the alarm clock at seven o'clock, reluctantly opened my eyes and got up from bed, washing slowly.

Sitting on the bed, I just took off my pajamas. Before I could put my clothes on my body, the door was knocked. I picked up the quilt in panic and covered it. I was relieved to think of locking the door.

"Come down and have breakfast."

I was stunned .

This is the first time I have been told to eat breakfast when I get up. After going downstairs, looking at the hearty breakfast on the table, I always feel that I have earned .

He brought two cups of milk, sat opposite me and asked, "Have you washed your face, brushed your teeth and washed your hands?"

I looked at him and replied angrily, "I washed it."

He raised his watch, looked at the time and said, "I heard your alarm clock ring at seven o'clock, and it took half an hour to wash?"

I paused with the milk cup in my hand, then nodded confidently, "Well, what's the matter? Is it in your way?"

He just looked at me and said faintly, "Get up and finish washing within ten minutes, eat breakfast at 7,10 on time, go out at 7,30, and I will take you to work."

When I heard his strict schedule, I immediately refused, "Don't bother you, we agreed to live in our own way. It is my business when I get up and go to work. If you are kind, leave me a little breakfast. If that's troublesome for you, don't worry about me. I can manage it myself."

Then he said, "It's your business whether you get up or not and eat breakfast. I'm disciplining my children."

Again!

"The child is very good in my belly! It's no need for you to discipline! Mind yourself!"

"I am not discussing with you. The timetable will be implemented from tomorrow. I have thousands of ways to clean you up if you don't comply."

After he finished speaking, he began to eat breakfast. I stared at him for several seconds, and the originally happy breakfast time was ruined by him.

When I went to work in his car, I got off at the intersection without talking all the way. I don't want to be seen by acquaintances getting off such a ostentatious luxury car and gossip.

There is a luxurious photo studio next to the convenience store where I work. People who come in and out are either rich or noble people with identity. Their eyes are so sharp. If they recognize me, my work will be troublesome.

Near noon,the sister in the photo studio next door asked me to heat a sandwich for her. Because there were no guests in the convenience store .

I didn't expect to meet Jimmy Davis here.

He sat on the low-legged sofa in the corner, reading a wedding magazine in his hand.

At this point, the door of the fitting room on one side opened and my so-called best friend, Nicole Stewart, came out wearing a wedding dress.

When I didn't find out their secret love affairs, Nicole Stewart gave me the feeling that she was a quiet and introverted girl, who spoke softly and didn't compete with others. It was her appearance that deceived her boyfriend and me for so long.

I tried to pretend not to see, but Nicole Stewart stopped me voluntarily, "Sister Irene!"

I didn't expect her to have the courage to call me, and I didn't shrink , and walked over with a generous smile.

I smiled and greeted them, but when Jimmy Davis saw me, his eyes were a little surprised and his eyes were a little complicated.

Nicole Stewart is arrogant as usual, who will put on a guilty expression and hold Jimmy Davis's hand. She looks at me with caution, as if I bullied her.

"Sister Irene, Jimmy and I are going to get married." She looked as pitifully as if she were asking my permission.