My Supermodel Wife

For Leila, being able to marry Mike is probably the most beautiful thing in her life.

She always felt that the obsessions she had in her youth and the desires she had long dreamed of were finally coming true, and they did happen for real.

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Mike didn't hug her, instead he put some distance between them. As he turned around to turn on the light, he reminded her warmly. "Don't get too excited, your wound is still not healing. Be careful not to tear it again."

Leila heard his gentle warning and nodded wisely through the light. "Don't worry, I will take care of myself and not worry you anymore."

She didn't know what was going on.

It seems that this stomach injury is not going away.

In just a week, her wound tore again.

Three days ago, while she was taking a shower, she fell in the bathroom and hit the glass cabinet because of the slippery floor.

"Since you don't want me to worry about it, then don't be ridiculous again!" Mike casually joked as he took off his coat.

He just turned around and hung up his coat, but Leila came again.

She hugged Mike from behind, rubbing her cheek against his back. "Mike, you've been so nice to me."

Mike didn't speak, and slowly opened his eyelids, his eyes fixed on his coat without focus.

The corners of his lips curved, and those gloomy eyes couldn't be seen by Leila.

Nobody knew what he had in mind.

At ten o'clock that evening, Leila returns to the room with her sleepy face.

Twenty minutes later, Mike, who was sitting in the living room, suddenly turned his head towards his vibrating cell phone.

He turns on the screen and looks at the contents. He woke up with an evil smile. When he opened the door, someone was standing in the corridor.

The other party did not speak, nor did they speak. The two of them just looked at each other carefully.

Seconds later, Mike blinked to let the person in. "Move faster."

The person laughed and lowered their voice. "You dare to order me around now?"

"Do it fast."

After an inexplicable conversation, Mike pushed open the bedroom's door.

The room was very dark, and the curtains were deliberately added with a layer of opaque fabric. The light from the corridor entered, casting a kite-shaped shadow on the bed.

The door closed and opened a few times before it finally closed again.

The room had returned to darkness.

In no time, a voice came from the room.

The woman sleeping inside didn't notice the hidden camera with the dimming red light from the AC opposite.

Unsurprisingly, Leila's wound became inflamed again.

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Chinese New Year's Eve is a day to leave the past and welcome the new page.

The city of LA is still peaceful and quiet.

This morning, Glen and Anna appeared at the apartment gate in all red.

Their father is Chinese. Every New Year's Eve, they are required to wear all red as a tribute to tradition.

At that time, Anna was sitting in the living room and looking around. The bedroom's door was still closed, so she thought the beautiful sister might not wake up yet.

Glen was leaning against the kitchen's door, chatting with Jean.

He looked at the figure of the man skillfully preparing breakfast, with his hands around his chest, seductively. "Are you broke? When I visited this apartment before, I wanted to ask you about it. Is it difficult to hire a maid? How about I lend you some money?"

Even though he knew that Jean couldn't possibly be short of money, Glen was completely unable to understand the sight of a rich man cooking.

This is unsightly!

The man put the toast on the plate, then fried two eggs in the pan.

Hearing Glen's taunt, he fiddled with the spatula and said in a light tone, "I haven't seen you for several years, you're still nosy as always, huh?"

Glen looked at Jean fruitlessly, then closed the kitchen's door with the back of his hand. "Are you sure you will return to Parma with me?"

"The day after tomorrow!"

Glen thought about it for a moment, then reminded him. "The beauty queen Parma, she's single for you, you know?"

Hearing this, the man finally took a glance at him. "I have no idea."

"People have been waiting for you, and they have been asking us about your whereabouts in the last few years. This time, you will bring your wife with you so it's obvious that the queen will be sad!"

Even though Glen's tone was filled with emotion, he was clearly arrogant.

The beauty queen is the daughter of the largest family in Parma. If she found out that Jean was back, she'd be eager to welcome him.

Glen's mighty and tall figure leaned against the wall, his eyes filled with attention.

He couldn't wait to see Jean return to Parma.

But what did he hear in return?

"You solve it, I really don't want to discuss it."

Glen. "?"

Is he wrong?

Glen tugged at his ear, his face calm. "What did you say? Say it again?"

"I can't solve the problem. I hope it is resolved before I leave, otherwise I won't leave." When the man put the fried egg on the plate, his low, magnetic voice was menacing.

Upon hearing this, Glen's nose fluttered. "Josh, are you kidding me?"

He had informed the people of Parma, and everyone was waiting for Jean's return. He now threatens not to come, so what's the difference between this and slapping his face?

The man sighed softly, then turned to Glen's fiery eyes and said without haste. "So fix the problem and tell me when you've done something about it."

Jean then put the plate on the dining table, turned around and went to the bedroom.

In the kitchen, Glen was left alone, gnashing his teeth while looking at Jean's back, unable to resist touching the gun and wanting to hollow that arrogant head of his.

However, Jean must still come back!

In desperation, Glen picked up his cell phone and dialed his family's home with an angry face.

"Go and find an excuse to make our beauty queen go a long way. In a few weeks, I don't want to see her in Parma."

The other party was dumbfounded. "Young Master? What reason would the beauty queen leave voluntarily?"

Has this young master gone mad?

He's just a housemaid!

"I don't care!" Glen was furious. "That's your business. If my brother Josh can't get back to Parma because of this matter, I'll burn you alive."

After hearing this, the butler straightened his face and said, "Young master, don't worry, I'll do it now."

Josh's name has become a legend in Parma.

After all these years, they finally heard it again.

The housekeeper vaguely remembered that the beauty queen used to show her love for Josh in Parma. Even though she was rejected, the beauty queen was not discouraged.

Thinking of the man with such disease but was still unrivaled, the butler's heart boiled.

As for how to get the beauty queen to leave here, he needed to consider carefully.

After hanging up the phone, Glen's anger subsided a little.

He realized that he had been tricked!

He originally wanted to watch the old love blossom again, but in the end it was himself who fell into Jean's trap.

Glen thought that he'd surely make Jean pay for what he did one day.

While thinking about it, he received a call from his cell phone.

And it was from Vincent.