Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

Tess Baker’s pupils crinkled and she pushed him away hard–

Snap!

She slapped him across the face, loudly.

Tess Baker stared at him angrily, not uttering a word, only momentarily reddening her eyes.

Marriage and divorce or not, sex and other intimate encounters, he had never been used to being domineering and would never even ask for her opinion, did she have even a tiny bit of place in his heart?

“I’m sorry.” Bowen Carter’s voice was hoarse, and there were a few bleak moments on his handsome face.

Tess Baker pointed her finger at him, her body shaking, “Get out!”

She doesn’t want to see him!

Bowen Carter opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end just said ‘Get some rest then’ and went out.

…

The mess lingers in the back of Tess Baker’s mind as Bowen Carter doesn’t come back to her room for the night, and she doesn’t sleep with her eyes open for the night.

Perhaps more energy had been expended during the night without sleep, or perhaps because she hadn’t eaten last night, she was hungry early in the morning and went downstairs to eat.

“Tess, why are you up so early today?” Aunt Zhang ran out from the kitchen wearing an apron, “Look at these two big dark circles on your face, did you not sleep well last night?”

Tess Baker nodded casually; she was so hungry she went straight into the kitchen and served Aunt Zhang’s fried eggs.

“Go sleep some more if you haven’t.” Aunt Zhang said, “Mister went to the photography gallery early in the morning and said that when you’re rested, he’ll ask Herry to take you there.”

Herry is the new driver.

“Uh-huh.” Tess Baker’s eyes, somewhat dull from lack of sleep, took on a bit more of a glow, and instead of eating as she usually did, she gulped down the omelette in her hand in three gulps and headed back to her room.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhang muttered, “Why the panic …”

[Bowen Carter is out at the moment, so you can arrange for one of your people to come over.]

Tess Baker sent a text message to Frank Duke, her heart pounding at the thought of an imminent escape.

Since the fake Wendy Summer ran away for a month and wasn’t recovered, is it possible that no one could find her if she ran away?

Knock knock!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Tess Baker frowned and put her phone down, walking over to open the door to find Herry, the new driver, standing at the door, “I’m going to take another nap, I’ll go to the photo studio when I wake up.”

She tried to close the door when she finished, but Herry held his hand in the doorway and looked around before whispering, “I’m the one Mr. Duke arranged to pick you up.”

…

Photography Gallery.

The curator put his hands in front of Bowen Carter, the result of a night’s work by the excellent staff of the museum, and said politely, “Master Carter, you and Grandma Master Carter are very photogenic in face, even if you don’t use real scenery.”

He paused for a moment, weighing his words, “But I and a couple of other photographers felt that the wedding photos would be even more beautiful if you and Grandma Master Carter shot it live.”

Bowen Carter’s eyes dimmed for a moment as he took the album and was silent.

Tess Baker wanted to leave his side every second, and if he went outside, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to find her if he wasn’t careful, and he couldn’t afford that.

He flipped through the photo album.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Tess Baker was beautiful to look at and take pictures of, and these wedding pictures were beautifully taken, but there was no sweetness to be seen. His hand brushed over her expressionless face, and his heart was bitter.

Duh–

Duh–

The cell phone vibrates, it’s ASSISTANT calling –

“President, we’ve already found out, that fake Wendy Summer’s original name is Lucy Kid, she got very close to Frank Duke some time ago, and it’s initially determined that her pretending to be Ms. Sheng was authorized by Frank Duke.”

“And I’ve also found out something during this period of time: young master Gate’s initial car accident was not an accident it was man-made, and the driver who caused the accident had contact with Frank Duke, and the evidence of those murderers pointing to you that Ms. Gu said in the beginning should have been deliberately arranged by Frank Duke.”

“In addition to that, the little secretary who betrayed the important information of our company’s clients, she also had contact with Frank Duke, and there is still half a million dollars on her bank card that Frank Duke called, so it can be assumed that she systematically framed madam in the first place.”

ASSISTANT told every single thing he found out, big or small.

Bowen Carter clutched his cell phone, his handsome face pale, his ears buzzing.

It’s amazing how much he’s been counted out by others and how much he’s caused Tess Baker to suffer!

But if he had trusted Tess Baker a little more, he wouldn’t have been used by someone else like this, and he wouldn’t have hurt Tess Baker so badly!

It’s his fault. It’s his fault!

Snap!

The album falls to the ground.

Bowen Carter’s hand clutched his cell phone so hard it turned white, and he breathed heavily, a whimpering sound that seemed like a smile or a laugh or a cry escaping his throat, eerie, and heartbreakingly pale and sad.

Seeing this, the curator’s forehead rose a layer of sweat, wanting to ask what’s going on, but did not have the courage, goose bumps all over the body.

The staff was also stunned. Whether in financial magazines or financial news, Master Carter was always a noble and arrogant person. They never imagined that one day they would see a young man like him lose his temper!

“President, are you okay?” On the other end of the cell phone, ASSISTANT asked worriedly.

Trying to suppress the anger, guilt, and other emotions that were about to burst out of his chest, Bowen Carter asked in a hoarse voice, “What else did you find out?”

“During the interrogation of Miss Gu, the police found out that she was the driver who hit and ran after injuring the lady back then. With the hit and run plus the crime of child abduction, even with the best lawyers, she would have been sentenced to about ten years in prison.” ASSISTANT said.

He paused for a moment and suddenly remembered something, “President, a bodyguard privately heard that the new driver had a phone call with a person surnamed Wei, currently we don’t know if that person surnamed Wei is the young master of Hams, but you’d better beware of this driver.”

He checked this driver’s profile and didn’t come up with anything, but with the previous experience, it’s better to be careful.

“!” The new driver called with the last name Wei?

Bowen Carter’s pupils crinkled as he hung up the phone and ran out the door, calling over to Beauty Garden as he went.

He had specifically instructed the new driver to bring Tess Baker to the photo gallery this morning! If this new chauffeur was really Frank Duke s man … he dared not think further!

The curator glanced at the albums scattered on the floor, then at Bowen Carter’s increasingly distant figure, and took a step forward, but thinking of his grim countenance, he didn’t ultimately dare to catch up and ask him if he was satisfied with the photographs.

Bowen Carter jogged up to the car, layer after layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

Finally, Aunt Zhang picked up the phone, “Sir?”

“Is Tess Baker still at Beauty Garden?” asked Bowen Carter, starting the car as fast as she could, turning the corner, and pulling into traffic, her heart beating fast.

“Just went out.” Aunt Zhang said, “Another ten minutes or so and it’ll be time for the camera house.”

“Out with who?” Bowen Carter’s voice trembled as he turned the steering wheel with one hand.

Aunt Zhang said with some surprise, “Didn’t you ask Herry to drive Tess there?”

“!” Bowen Carter’s throat tightened, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be spilled ink, a darkness interspersed with indescribable complex emotions.

Tess Baker, nothing can happen to her!