His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1071: Chloe Collins Kisses Him_1

Chapter 1071: Chapter 1071: Chloe Collins Kisses Him_1

Chapter 1071

At the edge of the galaxy, myriad stars surround a golden crown, above which the number 749 is written. You’d think this was the end, but beyond the 749, there is a mysterious abbreviation attached: FTT.

The craftsmanship of the statue is delicately detailed, each intricacy withstanding the scrutiny of a magnifying glass. Each part holds a tiny secret. Its eyes stare straight ahead, embodying a cool and proud aura, a mix of noble independence and dazzling charm.

As Chloe Collins’ thumb brushed over the "Starry Cloth," her lips curved upwards.

"How do you remember all this?"

Although he had witnessed her identity unraveling countless times, she never saw much astonishment on his face.

Yet, it seems he remembered everything.

"And what does this FTT mean?" She turned to ask him.

The man’s smile turned enigmatic: "Hmm... It’s a wish."

A wish.

Chloe’s eyes fell upon the three letters, a clarity evident in her gaze.

The hot air balloon flew higher and higher. The tranquility below was all-encompassing as countless household lights spread into a magnificent galaxy beneath her feet. As she looked up, the sky was filled with countless stars. In that moment, Chloe felt as if she were placed in a fairytale, a worry-free world.

Her fingers slowly reached out, barely touching Alexander Foster’s hand.

"Thank you; this is the happiest birthday I’ve ever had."

The man crouched down, to meet her gaze.

In the silence of their eye contact, he slowly leaned in, tilting his head slightly closer to her lips.

Chloe’s eyes didn’t even blink, clutching the statue in her arms, her fingers tightening just a bit.

When they were but merely inches apart, the man spoke, "Would you like a drink?"

He pulled out a bottle of red wine from behind her.

Chloe’s smile deepened, a visible sigh of relief ran through her.

The aroma of the wine blended with the chilly air, gently wafting with the cool breeze past branches and leaves.

The soft clink of wine glasses occasionally echoed from within the hot air balloon.

An hour later, the man sat on the ground alongside Chloe. His tall figure stretched out, one leg straight and the other bent, resting his head on his arms laid atop his knees. His chin was illuminated by the faint moonlight against the picturesque night view.

His eyes closed, apparently weighed down by the intoxication, mildly drowsy.

Chloe, holding an empty wine bottle in her hand, sighed, put the bottle aside and got up to enjoy the night view.

"This is more thrilling than watching the sea."

She gazed at the dizzying height below, murmuring to herself.

There was stillness behind her.

Chloe glanced down—the man continued in the same position, looking peaceful and tranquil as if sleeping.

She stared at him for several seconds, leisurely tapping her fingers on the balloon, her gaze relaxed and sluggish, blinking every now and then.

In the hot air balloon, soothing music played on and on. Perhaps lulled by the melody, she suddenly crouched down, leaning over the man’s face that was bathed in moonlight.

A fresh mint scent wafted into her nostrils, her eyes promptly closing.

In eight seconds, she wrapped up her first-ever kiss in twenty years.

A one-sided kiss.

She casually seated herself next to him, staring at his lips, and couldn’t help but reach out and wipe the pale red lipstick stain on them.

Layla Lowell had painted her lips in a deep tomato red lipstick earlier that day. The color was quite deep and was bound to leave a trace.

Her thumb pressed slightly hard, persevering for a while before completely removing the lipstick stain.