His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 954 Pursuer? _1

Chapter 954: Chapter 954 Pursuer? _1

Chapter 954

Robert Foster looked down at her eyes and asked, "Chloe, do you know him?"

"Just a teammate from the training squad."

"If he’s just a teammate, his attitude is too strange. When he asked me why you live here, his tone and looks were particularly weird, making me feel uncomfortable."

He gave a faint smile, testing the waters, "Sis, is he one of your suitors?"

"What suitor?"

Alexander Foster’s voice echoed from behind.

Robert turned his head: "Bro, you’re here. Did you just go out? When you came back, did you see a boy in blue clothes?"

He said this because he saw the bag in Alexander’s hand.

The bag’s logo belonged to a nearby supermarket.

Alexander put the bag of snacks in front of Chloe, saying indifferently, "I didn’t see."

Robert scratched his head: "Hmm, he must have left then. I thought he would wait outside for Chloe."

Alexander’s gaze turned to Chloe: "Suitor?"

Chloe was focusing on the spicy strips in the bag, saying: "Right on time."

She was craving this kind of junk food.

Whenever she feels slightly down, she turns to snacks.

Alexander opened a bag, handed it to her, and asked again: "What suitor?"

Robert, standing aside, was holding in his laughter: Really persistent.

He did not want to be the third wheel, so he quietly slipped away.

Chloe leisurely savoured the spicy strip. It had a numbing, spicy flavor, which was very pleasing.

"Do you want some?" She asked the man.

Alexander shook his head lightly, sat across from her, and asked, "Suitor?"

His voice was warm and tender at first glance, but if you listen carefully, you could feel a slight hint of smoky flavor.

Chloe leaned back comfortably, watching the latest Chapter of the comic on her phone, and there was an advertisement for a book at the bottom.

Just as Alexander said, "Fifty-Nine Minutes" was going to be published.

She was preoccupied with this matter, holding the snack in her hand and chewing slowly.

Very busy.

The man interlaced his hands, a slight impatience was cast upon his handsome face, but he did not prompt her to answer.

On his left ring finger was the ring he had put on when he went to the supermarket.

Meanwhile, outside the front gate of Feng Mansion.

There were small woods on both sides of the long driveway, filled with four-season evergreen trees.

Mitchell Quincy was hiding behind one of the trees, holding a blue phone in his hand.

He was hidden in the darkness, the image of a man who had just passed by recurred before his eyes.

The ring on that man’s finger was identical to Chloe’s.

He was very familiar with Grearon’s marriage law, which stipulates women must be at least 20 years old to marry legally.

So that ring was merely an engagement ring.

Engaged...

Emotions churned in his eyes; hundreds of feelings intertwined, and finally, a hint of hatred flashed in the corner of his eyes.

He ran out at an extremely fast pace, ultimately jumping off the wall and leaving the residential area.

The security guards noticed and chased him relentlessly, but he was not a bit afraid, just running forward.

After a long time, he reached a normal residential area with sweat all over him.

This apartment was his temporary residence in the Capitol, where he would come back during the holidays. Otherwise, he would usually stay in the training squad’s dormitory.

The 50-square-meter apartment was filled with a complex aroma of perfume as soon as the door was opened. It smelled like a mixture of various perfumes.

With the lights on, the path from the entrance to the living room was filled with differently sized shelves. Each shelf held different kinds of perfume, but each bottle was from the hand of Miles White.