His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 916 My Madam_1

Chapter 916: Chapter 916 My Madam_1

Chapter 916

The team leader couldn’t stand it any longer, personally stepping in to guide them.

"Here ... Chloe, try this. Put your hand on Mr. F’s shoulder–no, on his neck. Then, get on your tiptoes, pretend that you want to kiss him. Look, Mr. F’s gaze is right on point, his eyes are all on you. Try to learn from Milty."

As he was saying this, he was about to grab Chloe Collins’s hand.

Chloe Collins turned her gaze away, falling on the team leader’s face. She calmly handed over her phone, saying, "Help us take it."

The team leader saw the calm and tranquil girl in front of him. He had a feeling that she wasn’t as clueless as she appeared, but rather seemed like someone who had everything under control. Surprisingly, this made him feel at ease, and he slowly took her phone.

"Alright, I’ll take it for you."

Chloe Collins looked at Alexander Foster, saying, "Let’s make it quick."

He quirked his lips, "It’s fine by me."

With the team leader adjusting the camera and counting down from three, Chloe Collins instantly changed her expression.

She hugged Alexander Foster’s waist like a typical couple, peering up at him with a sweet smile, as if she had just whispered sweet nothings to him.

Alexander Foster embraced her reciprocally, his eyes filled with affection.

The next moment, the two tacitly changed positions, their fingers interlocking as they took a walk hand in hand. The man turned his face to the side, his gaze falling, while the girl looked at him with sparkling bright eyes, smiling softly.

Most of the photos were filled with smiles.

Even if there was a photo without a smile, the feeling in their eyes was entirely different from usual.

Their gazes allowed one to easily perceive what was meant by "all-encompassing yet restricting"– so vast that it could accommodate everything about the other person, and so small, that it could only hold the other person.

The other two couples were stunned.

Hawk Spirit commented, "It’s a waste of talent that Chloe isn’t an actress. She has both beauty and acting skills. One moment she’s an aloof young woman, the next, she’s a flawless sweetheart."

Sophia Spence scoffed, "So what if she can put on a show? That’s her specialty."

Wanda Wesley coldly retorted, "Why don’t you show us your act?"

Sophia Spence glared at her, "What does your comment have to do with her? Just shut up."

Nathaniel Nolan immediately stepped between the two, clearing his throat, saying, "Um, Wesley, let’s go take our photo. We’ll need to go in soon."

Wanda Wesley emotionlessly walked to the side, prepared to cooperate with the photo-taking.

After taking a dozen or so photos, the team leader handed the phone back to Alexander Foster, saying, "Next, you should post these on your social media, let others give you some ’likes’. That will make it more realistic. Also, take some selfies to add on. Some selfies would make it seem even more real."

After saying that, he turned around to guide another team.

Chloe Collins looked at herself in the photos, feeling both strange and familiar.

She used to love to smile like this when she was little. Later, she didn’t like to smile as much.

A soft breeze sprung up, gently blowing away the heat lurking in her cheeks, creating an illusion that she appeared very calm.

Alexander Foster selected a few photos, and turned his head to ask her, "Shall we post these?"

She nodded, "Yes."

After receiving her approval, Alexander Foster posted them on social media.

This social media account was for their Goldasia identities, with only a dozen or more people exchanging ’likes’.

Chloe rapidly finished her part.

As Chloe was putting away her phone, Alexander Foster was still looking at his.

About thirty seconds later, he put his phone away, extended his hand to Chloe Collins and hooked up a grin, "Let’s go, my Madam."

This address swept over her warmly, stirring an unfamiliar throb in Chloe’s heart.

She swallowed slightly, placing her hand into his.

Her slender fingers were immediately enveloped by the man’s warm, broad palm. It was light and shallow, like a warm current flowing through her body.