My Most Precious Wife
Chapter 296 It Was Understandable That He Was Weary

"Hunter." Wendy finally saw him come out of his room.

Of course, she couldn't let him go easily when she caught the chance.

"Hunter, you saw it just now. That woman is too presumptuous. And Liam has been helping her."

Wendy walked behind him and looked up at his side.

The light on the balcony was not on. In the night, she could only see half of his face.

However, even if it was only a half face, Wendy was still fascinated by his charming and indifferent aura.

However, Hunter seemed to be keeping a lower profile lately, and his aura was a bit less domineering but a bit more quiet.

Yeah, he had been a little quiet lately.

"Hunter, are you tired? Why not go back to your room and let me give you a massage? I've learned the massage technique, so I guarantee that you will be comfortable."

Recently, Hunter had just taken over the entire Jackson Group. There were jumbled matters, personnel in chaos, and a group of old stubborn people who had been resisting. It was understandable that he was weary.

When he got back to his room, she would try every trick to make him feel comfortable.

Soon, he would be infatuated with this feeling and would never be able to leave her.

Wendy walked behind him. She tried to reach out to touch him, but had no guts to do so.

She softened her voice and whispered, "Hunter, let's go back to the room."

"Alright." Hunter turned around and walked to the room.

Wendy was amazed. In fact, she had never thought that Young Master Hunter would actually be glad to enter the room with her!

A man and a woman went into the room together. What did this mean at night?

This was clearly a hint! Could she not understand?

Wendy was excited and immediately followed behind Hunter.

Seeing the slender figure enter the room, she felt her fingers trembled with excitement, immediately following up.

However, with a bang, the door was forcefully shut in front of her.

What ... what did this mean? She hadn't entered yet! Did Hunter accidentally close the door wrongly?

Just as Wendy was about to push the door open, Liam's hand landed on the door handle. He stopped her.

"Miss Gale, Young Master Hunter has to work overtime tonight. He also had countless videoconferences. Please don't disturb him." Wendy was dumbfounded, her face filled with astonishment. "I... he... he said go back to the room ..."

"Of course Young Master Hunter has to go back to the room to handle his business."

Liam smiled. This smile was clearly very ironic, "Could he stand on the balcony to work?"

"You... he said, go back to the room with me!" Wendy almost cried.

Liam, this bastard, why did he always stop her?

"I'm sorry. Young Master Hunter didn't say that he would go back to his room with you. Please don't mistake it."

"You!" If Wendy continued to talk to him, she would definitely be enraged to death!

He was a keeper that Emily had arranged here, and he was helping Emily all the time, targeting her, Wendy!

However, she finally came to her senses and knew that Hunter did not have the intention to give her the chance to serve him.

If he did, this door would not be locked so tightly in front of her.

She held back her anger, aggrieved.

In the end, she could only return to her own room and slam the door.

Was Hunter playing with her? That was too much!

However, even though Hunter did so, Wendy was still so enchanted with him that she was never angry with him at all.

In fact, as long as he hooked his finger at her, she would still rush over.

It was all because he was too charming.

She had hardly closed the door and sat down beside the bed when her phone rang.

She checked and found it was the unfamiliar number again. Recently, she seemed to have gotten used to this unfamiliar number.

She picked up the phone and muttered, "Say it. I'm alone."

"Try to check if Hunter is here," the other party immediately instructed.

"What do you mean?" Wendy frowned.

"I want you to see if Hunter is in the WongRiver Pavilion during this time. See him with your own eyes."

"Are you a fool? I was just talking to him!"

Wendy was in a bad mood, and her tone was very terrible.

The one in the phone immediately frowned and said unhappily, "Wendy, watch your language.”

Wendy took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, barely suppressing her anger.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Were you talking to Hunter just now?" He was a little skeptical.

Wendy was patient and said seriously, "Yes, I was talking with him just now. We talked for a long time "Are you sure he is Hunter?"

This made Wendy impatient, "I'm standing with him. How can I mistake him at such a close distance?"

It was impossible! If he weren't Hunter, would she have seen a ghost?

...

Alright, after talking for a while he's back at work now."

After a moment of silence, the one in the phone finally said, "Alright, pay more attention to Hunter's movements recently. If you replace anything wrong with him, report it to me immediately." "I see." Wendy hung up impatiently.

If not for the fact that they had some evidence against her, she would never been at their disposal menially.

She didn't even know whom the person behind the scene taking charge was.

Only a few small characters contacted her every time.

However, she was reluctant to have anything to do with them. If Hunter found out that she was helping those people monitor him, what would he do?

At that time, if he showed mercy, he would drive her away and she would never be allowed to walk into the WongRiver Pavilion again.

If not, he might replace someone to deal with her.

However, if she refused to help those people, what if they told Hunter about her cheating on him...

Wendy fell on the bed, sinking into a dilemma.

Is there any way to keep Hunter in the dark and to make a clear break with those people completely?

Since Emily got in the car, she had been covering her belly and curling up in the chair.

She had a slender figure. With the car seat being large enough, when she curled up in it, she looked like a small kitten.

"I don't think you are well. What's wrong with your belly? Shall we to go to the hospital?"

Henry observed her for a long time. Her face was so pale, which was indeed a little scary.

"No need." Emily frowned, still clutching her belly tightly.

"A visit may be coming."

"Who comes?" Henry didn't understand, and he frowned slightly, "You're so uncomfortable, but who will come to visit you at this time?"

Emily wanted to roll her eyes at him. It was troublesome to communicate with a straight man.

"I may have a visit from Aunt Flo."

"When does she come? Do you need me to send someone to pick her up?"

But suddenly, his fingertips trembled, and he almost spun the steering wheel!

"What are you doing? Do you know how to drive?" Emily was frightened by him.

Her belly was hurting, and when the car shook, she almost cried out in pain.

Henry's ears turned hot. He immediately regained his senses and grasped the steering wheel.

"...

thought..."

"Did you misunderstand that my relative called Aunt Flo was coming and I needed you to send someone to pick her up?"

Emily glared at him angrily. If it weren't for the pain in her belly, she would have made fun of him.

Why was this man so funny? He was simply an idiot!

However, he was so funny that it made her suppressed mood relax a little.

She exhaled and said indifferently, "Just send me back to rest. Women's menstruation is a minor trouble."