My Husband's Mistress Looks Like Me

Pacey carried her back to bed and sat by himself at the table, having the meal on the table. There was all his favorite food.

But it was cold. The good smell of the delicious food has no longer existed.

He tasted all the dishes one by one.

"Send me the Group's newest jewelry for next season." While Pacey was eating the cold food, he called his secretary.

Yolanda Lee hesitated: "You mean, send it to Laneshire?"

Pacey hung up the phone after giving a "hum".

There was an IPad placed on his table and an encrypted folder displayed on the screen. After decoding the file twice, the contents finally showed.

It was the image of the living room, or, to put it bluntly - it was a surveillance video record.

Sherry in the video read books and cooked peacefully, waiting for him to come home. Then, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Every day was the same as usual. The only difference was that she came back late last night.

Pacey pressed the pause button and looked at the picture after she entered the door. He paid attention to the time displayed on the screen, 10 p.m.

She never came back so late after leaving the company.

Where did she go?

Pacey slowly clenched his fist tightly.

He hated it. He hated that she was out of his control.

"Knock, knock-"

There was a knock at the door and Pacey snapped back to his feet. Outside the door was Yolanda who was holding a shopping bag with the brand's logo on it.

"Pacey." Yolanda, wearing a sexy red V-collar dress and musk perfume, perfectly showed her body superiority. On a night like this, she stood in front of his door, permeated with unspeakable seduction.

When Pacey took the jewelry from her hand, Yolanda stumbled. She explained as he looked at her: "I accidentally twisted my foot on the way here just now."

Pacey turned around, leaving the door open.

A tiny smile showed at the corners of her mouth as Yolanda limped in.

This was the first time she stepped into his house. Pacey bought this villa before Sherry resigned. Few people had come here except the servants who would do regular cleaning.

"Turn left. There is a medicine cabinet in the front drawer. Deal with it yourself." He said as he sat at the table, eating dinner.

Yolanda thought that he let her in because he was willing to help her. After hearing his works, she bit her lips, found the ointment for the sprain, and applied them to her foot randomly, She stole a quick look at Pacey.

"Pacey, these are already cold. Let me heat it for you." Yolanda came over, touched the cold plates, and tried to take over.

Pacey held her hand and looked at her with his dark eyes. "It's not your job."

Yolanda looked at him: "I am willing to do anything for you."

Pacey didn't say anything.

Yolanda sat on his lap and put her arm on his shoulder. "I'll be more obedient than Farida. You know, I'm not even afraid to die for you."

Pacey wanted to push her away, but he stopped because of her words: "I'm not even afraid to die for you."

Yolanda leaned on his shoulder. "I won't get pregnant. I'm more obedient than Farida and love you more than Sherry. I've been with you all these years and have never done anything that makes you unhappy. I love you, not for the birthright, and I won't disturb you and Sherry. I know your rules. I won't bring any trouble to Sherry like Wynne..."

Yolanda was a smart woman. She knew what Pacey cared about, so she didn't make a move until she thought she was ready.

Her red lips were like dewy flowers waiting to be plucked.

Yolanda believed that now was the best time.

But——

Pacey pushed her away. He leaned back in his chair."This is not the place for you to stay, please go back."

At that time, Sherry in the bedroom woke up vaguely and found herself lying in bed instead of on the sofa. She smiled and got out of bed, "Pacey."