It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 760: THAT'S NOT ME

Misha didn't understand how these messages could not reach him. In fact, the texting continued over a period of three hours.         

    

During those three hours, Kia kept begging for his help. Such a long message… how could he not notice this? There was no way he didn't notice, right?     

It didn't make any sense at all, therefore, it was certain that Kia didn't believe that he didn't receive the message.     

However, Misha's expression suddenly changed, from a confused face to an unstoppable anger when he saw the reply message he sent, or he should say that someone sent a reply on his behalf.     

The message told Kia not to contact him again and that what she said was disgusting and not the only time a woman begged him.     

The reply was one long sentence in which they insulted Kia and mocked her pleas and said how shameless and unconscious she was.     

He didn't know who had sent such a message, but if Kia had known him better, she would have realized something was off, because words like these weren't the ones Misha would have chosen to say, even if he didn't want the child.     

"It was not me who replied to your messages." Misha's voice sounded very calm, but much like the calm before the storm.     

Misha finally returned Kia's phone, his face didn't show any emotion, but his eyes were so cold, that it made Kia shudder a little when she saw him like that.     

There was anxiety in her heart and she wanted to believe what Misha said, but this was a thing that had happened too long ago, therefore, Kia didn't know what to feel anymore or how she really felt.     

"That's not important now, is it?" Kia said in a calm voice, she then took her cellphone back and briefly went back to reading the message from Misha first. "Everything happened, whether it was you or not, it wouldn't change anything."     

Misha was silent for a moment, but then he answered firmly. "Of course it's important." He then stood up from his seat and looked intently at Kia. "I have some business to attend to, I'll be back later."     

"You don't have to come back anymore," Kia said hastily. She was tired of serving Misha and wanted to have a quiet life like when she had not met Misha, but this man seemed very determined to stay around herself and Mika.     

"I will be back again," Misha repeated and this time, he didn't ask for permission, but made it clear what he was going to do and Kia was speechless when she saw the determination in his eyes.     

However, before Misha reached the door he turned around and looked at Kia with an expression filled with trouble.     

"I don't like that stranger in this apartment." Misha showed an expression of displeasure at the fact that Keira's fiancé was here. "You shouldn't allow a foreign man into an apartment occupied by just two women and a child."     

"Ben is Keira's fiancé." Kia frowned. "Even if there was a foreign man here, then it would be you."     

If there was a stranger in this place, it would be Misha for sure, because Kia had known Ben for a long time and it could be said that she knew Keira's fiancé better than she knew Misha.     

Hearing this, Misha didn't respond and pretended not to hear while repeating what he said earlier before walking away from the kitchen.     

"I will come back here again."     

And after that, Kia heard the sound of the front door closing, indicating that Misha had left this apartment, at least for a while, because he had said that he would come back many times earlier, so it was certain that he would come back again.     

Faced with this, Kia could only sigh heavily, she frowned and stared at her cell phone. Was what Misha said true? That he didn't send the message?     

But, whatever it was, it wouldn't change anything, would it? What she had been through had already happened and confirming who had sent the reply to her messages would not change the past.     

Kia took a deep breath.     

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"Find out who I was with at that time." Misha looked annoyed that he had to repeat an order he just gave Richard. Why didn't he listen well from the start, anyway?         

    

"How would I know?!" Richard looked very frustrated in dealing with Misha this time, because his request just now was so unreasonable. How could he ask him to investigate who had replied to the message?     

Richard didn't get an explanation in detail about the message, but at least he got an outline of what happened at that time and indeed, if he were Kia, he wouldn't believe it if it wasn't a message sent by Misha either.     

It was just…     

"You can find out who I was with at that time," Misha said.     

"You mean, who was your bedmate at that time?" asked Richard very sarcastically, as if his irritation and frustration had made him a little bolder.     

Too bad it didn't last long, because after he got a fierce glare from Misha, he cleared his throat and spoke with much composure.     

"It's almost impossible. You change women like you change clothes," Richard said in a more gentle tone than before, although the meaning of the sentence remained the same.     

"Find out who I was with then," Misha growled, he said it in a final tone, as if there was no more discussion after this.     

But Richard couldn't help but vent his frustration, he just couldn't say it out loud.     

It was Misha himself who dated the Women, why was it Richard who had to find out, keep on track with whoever he was in touch with?     

Richard was even willing to bet his entire salary that even Misha himself didn't remember the names of the women he had been with before. He really was the worst man.     

So if he was the only one who's been dating the girls, how could Richard know who Misha Together was when he didn't want to care about that side of his boss' life?     

Richard really wanted to pull his hair out.     

"I want the answer by tomorrow morning at the latest," said Misha. He then held out his hand to Richard which made the man wonder again what he wanted now.     

Misha was being more and more confusing and working with him required immense patience, or else you would find yourself questioning your sanity.     

"What?" asked Richard in bewilderment, staring at Misha's outstretched hand. "What do you want?"     

"Car keys," Misha answered lightly.     

They were currently in the basement parking lot at Kia's apartment. Misha asked him to meet him here itself.     

From his voice that sounded angry and impatient, Richard thought that something bad had happened to Mika or to Kia, so he sounded very agitated.     

But, it turned out that he just wanted to know about one of the women who had also been a victim of his good looks in the past.     

"Where is your car?" asked Richard. He didn't want to give up his car because he drove here.     

"It's in the office. I took a taxi here." Misha was still holding out his hand, staring intently at Richard to hand over the car. "Tell someone to pick you up or just take a taxi."     

Richard could only shake his head and hand over his car keys with a heavy heart.     

"If there is a place you want to go, I can take you," Richard offered. He felt abandoned like this.     

"No, you just go," Misha refused quickly and firmly.         

    

So? He had been dumped…     

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Amber was standing in front of the door, which was Alia's painting room, which meant it was originally Kia's room.     

She stood there for a long time and seemed to hope that when she opened the door, it wasn't Alia's paintings on display, but the mattress and cupboards and all the knick-knacks Kia liked that were inside.     

Unfortunately, such a wish would not be granted, because when she opened this door, Kia's room that was in her memory did not appear, as the room had become the room of her youngest daughter's painting room.     

Amber started to wonder… where did she put Kia's stuff? Didn't that kid really like to put together bits and pieces of some articles?     

So what other activities did she like?     

Amber frowned. She couldn't answer. Did Kia like drawing like Alia? She didn't think so… did she like singing? Dancing?     

Why couldn't Amber name the activities her second child liked? Yet she could easily name what Daniel and Alia liked to do in their free time, what they liked or didn't like and their favorite foods.     

What was Kia's favorite food?     

Amber was surprised because the answer was that she didn't know. How could she not remember her own child's favorite food?     

However, Kia never complained about food, it seemed she liked all kinds of foods. Amber couldn't even remember the last time Kia asked her and her father anything.     

Why was that? She had no recollection of any important moment in Kia's life, except four years ago.     

Four years ago Kia begged them to listen to her condition, but they were so angry at her and disappointed at what she had done that they just kicked her out of the house.     

They thought she would return after a few days, but four years had passed and they seemed to have silently agreed not to mention her name in this house again.