His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1089: There are More Important Things I Need to Protect_1

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1089: There are More Important Things I Need to Protect_1

Chapter 1089

As the only surviving chimpanzee from the BDR-2, Timmy Collins had always been under her protection. It had been more than half a year since he last descended the mountain. On that occasion, he had snuck into Alexander Foster’s car and created a stir by street racing.

In the end, she had to erase the traffic controller’s records to avoid trouble.

On seeing Milton White, Timmy Collins reacted quite excitedly, jumping onto his neck and cheering incessantly.

Milton White was prone to allergies, and after failing to coax him down, he had to seek Chloe Collins’ help.

Chloe, biting on a stalk of foxtail grass, leaned casually against the wooden house wall, her red lips curving up in a smirk as she watched. Her eyes held a touch of mischief. The next moment, she hooked her finger slightly, and Timmy Collins, becoming even more inspired, started pulling at Milton White with more fervor.

This time, Timmy managed to pull off his shirt, exposing his robust upper body.

The moment he turned his back to Chloe, the playful smile on her face froze slightly.

Milton White had taken back his clothes and was about to put them on.

"Hold on."

Chloe walked over and closely inspected the faint scar on his back, questioning, "When did you get this injury? It seems quite serious."

Now, all that could be seen was a slightly white patch of new skin that was noticeably different from the surrounding tan.

While putting on his clothes, Milton White turned his head towards her, "Ten years ago."

She looked up at him.

That was when she was ten years old and had known him for four years.

But she did not know about his connection with Alexander Foster until now. Even when Alexander was recovering in the temple, despite their both being there and her talking about Alexander with him, he did not say a word more.

"During the incident with Robert Foster?"

"Mhm."

Milton picked a mountain flower from above his head, handed it to her, and slowly said, "I got injured while fighting with those people."

"Is that why you didn’t save Robert?"

The man was silent.

He met her gaze and remained silent for a while, seemingly unable to find suitable words to answer this question.

Chloe didn’t mean to interfere in their feud before, but she ended up speaking of it instinctively once the words reached her lips.

"Was there a misunderstanding..."

"No." His mouth held a bitter smile, "At that time, I gave up on Robert. There was no misunderstanding."

He lowered his eyes, his gaze soft, "Do you think I’m terrible and cold-blooded?"

Chloe paused for a second and asked, "Why?"

His actions were somewhat unlike the Senior she was acquainted with.

"Because to me, there were things more important than him that needed my protection. Faced with a choice, I had to make a decision."

More important things.

Chloe thought of what Evelyn Thompson had said - those technical achievements in the truck, the lifeblood of White Enterprises.

"Life is just so, choose one thing and you must forsake another. I already paid the price and I have no regrets."

"Eleven," he looked at her, his eyes seem to hold many words that turned into a faint smile on reaching his lips, "Don’t worry about these things, don’t add worries to your little mind."

He gently tapped her forehead.

Chloe’s face relaxed slightly, reverting to her effortlessly casual self. Sitting down, she took the cards handed over by Timmy Collins and responded nonchalantly, "You should worry less about me."

Milton chuckled, his gaze seemingly saying: impossible.

Three hours later, as the night fell, the two returned to the temple to have dinner with Master.