A Crazy Wife

Chapter 62 But Can You Do That?

Chester is stunned. Suddenly, his face turns red and he is out of breath.

"Get out, get out..."

Hannah is also shocked by this, lying on the ground, frozen for a long time before nodding like a fool,

"Oh, oh..."

Then she gets up, like a robot, out of the bathroom, still robot-like, shutting the door and standing

outside the door, with her face flushing.

Her mind is full of the red and purple thing between his legs.

"I thought he can’t get hard. But that's more than hard. Isn't it too big for a man like him?"

She thinks of the time when he has been torn out of his underwear by the maid, the kind of scene that

would have made one's blood run deep, but he kept it in.

Late at night, when Hannah comes out from her bath, Chester has gone to sleep.

She frowns at her pillow comforter on the big bed, crossed at herself that she doesn’t roll up her

bedding earlier, so she creeps over.

As soon as she touches the pillow, Chester opens his eyes, which startles her.

'What are you doing?

"I... I’ll leave you alone and move back to sleep."

She doesn’t think he would want to do anything to her, but after what just happened, she couldn't

convince herself to sleep in the same bed with him.

Chester looks indifferent, and does not want to stop her, "I hope you never move back for any reason, I

am not running a hotel here."

Hannah is stunned.

Moving only for two or three days is good, but for a long time, forever? Certainly, Lily will have known!

Her position in front of Lily now completely depends on sleeping in the same bed with Chester, without

it how could she manage?

Hesitating for a moment, she still climbs on the bed, but different than before, she keeps herself tight,

as if she was a shrimp. Chester was always indifferent to her but now his eyes suddenly widen.

"Leave the light on today?"

The figure with her back to him shivers visibly. "Oh." Hannah gets up and turns off the light.

In the darkness, Chester stares at her stiff back for a moment and asks, "If you really want to have a

place in the Shahbazs, wouldn't it be better for you to do something with me and have a child?"

This sentence seems to be ringing in the ear. Hannah suddenly opens her eyes and springs up from

the bed, standing on the ground looking at the other side of Chester, but he does not move the grain,

still staying in the original position.

Sensing some mockery in his eyes, Hannah suddenly becomes angry and stares at him through

clenched teeth for a while, sarcastically saying, "I don't mind giving you children, but can you do that?

Some things don't happen naturally."

Chester suddenly changes his face, as if he does not expect Hannah will be thick-skinned to this

degree.

But Hannah understands. Chester’s two crippled legs cannot move a tiny bit, even if she is now naked

lying here.

So, she is all relaxed, climbing into bed again as usual. She takes up more than half of the bed but also

throws a defiant look to Chester.

"It's too late today. We can talk about the baby when we have time. Good night."

Hannah closes her eyes and soon falls asleep.

On her side, Chester quickly converges that feigned indignation, quietly staring at the woman beside

him whose clear eyes shine brightly.

He thinks to himself, “What happened three years ago, according to her, had to do with himself?”

At this thought, his brows give out a faint frown.

About the diplomatic banquet three years ago, he only remembers that he had drunk, and woke up

again when he was already at home, only to hear that Hannah had committed an accident, of which the

charges have been fixed—manslaughter. As to what the accident is, no one has told him.

He asked his grandfather, who dismissed him with only a sentence, "Don't mention this matter

anymore."

“But why Hannah just said that these three years of prison she had passed was for him?”

…

Shahbaz Group Jewelry Design Department,

Rose puts a stack of folders on the conference table, expressionless looking around, "you all know

about the newly issued documents. The previous autumn and winter series cannot be used anymore,

and we need to start again. So, I have two news, a piece of good news and a bad one.

After the plagiarism incident, Heather was fired, and Shahbaz jewelry's entire autumn/winter collection

is suddenly recalled by the Marketing Department and its production lines were halted.

"The bad news is that we only have half a month left to hand in the first autumn/winter samples and put

them into production in time for the autumn campaign."

This words out, leading to an uproar in the conference room. All designers are complaining, thinking,

“How can a batch of brand-new autumn and winter series samples be produced in half a month?”

"Rose, this is unscientific and impossible, isn't it? We had been discussing it for two months before we Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

finalized the draft."

"Yes, that's impossible in half a month."

"..."

"It has been discussed for two months, but the final draft has nothing to do with the discussions of

those two months." Rose points out the problem tersely.

Hannah understands it. The sample given by the design department for the autumn/winter collection

was almost the same as the previous spring/summer collection, and then it was Heather who suddenly

changed it after copying others’ designs, so the discussion in those two months was not at all fruitful.

That being said, the designers in the department still look puzzled.

"Rose, this is difficult for us, half a month. No one can do this.

"Heather can do it, but he was unfortunately fired."

"Yes, we don't know why he is dismissed still..."

"Rose, the personnel department did not explain Heather’s dismissal."

"..."

At the mention of Heather, Rose's face immediately changes.

The lawsuit between Shahbaz group and Simeta jewelry are over. Simeta also admitted that their fault.

Everyone acknowledges Simeta’s plagiarism. But the marketing department suddenly recalled the

entire line of jewelry that had already been released for fall and winter, and also abruptly fired the lead

designer Heather.

This is thought-provoking.

And Heather has suddenly become a taboo. Rose refuses to mention this person. "The company has a

reason for dismissing anyone. If you follow the rules and do your work well, you will not be fired.

Instead of worrying about others, you’d better think about this autumn and winter collection and what

ideas you can have." Rose stares for at the few people who asked for Heather, "Anyone should have

real skill in the industry, otherwise he will not go far."

There is a sudden silence in the room.

"Isn't there some good news?” Rose’s assistant breaks the silence in time.

Speaking of this, Rose’s face softens.

"Yes, it is good news that can make you feel relieved of the suspense hung over you."

She looks around and at last her eyes fall on Hannah in the far corner.

"Hannah, come here."