Billionaire's Shrewd Wife

I went straight to the revolving restaurant of International Trade Building on the top floor. Chris Harris served me a cup of tea. I looked at the person in front of me and suddenly couldn't say anything to blame him. Yes, what can I blame you for? Isn't Chris Harris merciful enough to me? I have known Chris Harris for a long time. It has been five or six years since I knew him. I still remember that the first time Siobhan Bailey met Chris Harris was in a nightclub. At that time, Siobhan Bailey was the queen of the nightclub, and many people wanted to take advantage of her. The most outrageous thing was that when they met Chris Harris, someone who was extremely bold actually drugged Siobhan Bailey. If it weren't for Chris, then Siobhan Bailey would have been done. Siobhan Bailey was very grateful to him. I was also grateful to him when I knew it from my memory. In fact, Bruce Bailey was a poor person before. He had full of ambition, but he couldn't carry it out. Later he met my mother, at that time he was a poor scholar, and became a rich son-in-law. But what made him feel depressed was that he had changed f the family name to Bailey. This matter had always made him sad, but with strong financial support, Bruce Bailey compromised. And its biggest industry was Beauty Killer. Before my mother died. She made A will, but I don't know the details. The only thing I know is that Bruce Bailey handed over several Beauty Killer shops in a city to me. Perhaps it was because Bruce Bailey came from a poor family, although he had money now, he was still very stingy. The pocket money he gave me every month was not enough for me to squander. When I had the source of money under my name, I was really complacent. Now I recalled how stupid i was at that time. Compared with mother's will, these several shops that seemed to be sky high in the eyes of outsiders were probably not even worth pocket money. I have no sense of management and I don't care about the shop. Fortunately, the Beauty Killer brand is big. Over the years, these shops haven't been squandered by me. When I was put into prison, I wrote a book and transferred all these shops to the name of Chris Harris. I've always regarded Chris Harris as my good friend. I really don't know how to respond to his love. So I have to use this method to make up for the past he has spent on me. "Chris Harris." I said slowly. Chris Harris raised his head from the plate and blinked at me. "I have transferred these shops to your name, which is your property. You don't need to report to me." The light in Chris Harris's eyes dimmed. "Siobhan, as I said before, I'll take care of the shop for you. Your things are still yours." I've heard this sentence many times. It seems that Chris Harris will say it every time he goes to visit the prison. "Chris Harris, I don't want to owe you so much." "It doesn't matter." Chris Harris grinned and said, "I owe you too much. Since when have you been so polite to me?" "But I don't want to now." I looked at him seriously and said, "Chris Harris, it's impossible for us to be together." Chris Harris wiped his mouth with a tissue and leaned back in the chair. "Siobhan, I'm in a good mood now that you can call me here today. Don't say those words to disappoint me, okay?" "I really..." "Enough!" Chris Harris stood up from his seat and interrupted me abruptly. His voice was so loud that all the people in the hall could not help turning their heads to look at him. Apart from me, Chris Harris rarely cared about other people's feelings. Now that he has become the focus, he doesn't care at all. "You know it clearly..." I know I like you so much I didn't interrupt him, nor did I respond. I just stared at him with a pair of black bright eyes. "Take your time. I'm leaving now." After saying that, he ran away as fast as he could. I looked at the person who disappeared in the blink of an eye, full of helplessness. "Do you mind letting me have dinner here?" A clear and magnetic voice sounded faintly above. As soon as I raised my head, I met a pair of deep eyes of Colin Holmes. He wore a black shirt and ironed straight suit pants. Perhaps because of the hot weather or something else, the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his sexy collarbone. "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Colin Holmes pulled out a chair and sat down. "I can see that he likes you." Colin Holmes put his hands on the table and stared at me. "Okay." I nodded and uttered a syllable. "How about you?" I poked the steak on my plate with a fork and pursed my lips without saying anything. Colin Holmes looked at the delicate and fair face of the girl opposite, saw her biting her lips as if she was embarrassed, and looked at her long eyelashes that were drooping "I..." I was stunned by only one word. Because Colin Holmes put a wisp of my bangs to my ears. I suddenly raised my head and looked at him in surprise. Colin Holmes said with a playful smile. I covered my face and cried in my heart. What are you laughing at! Colin Holmes picked up my plate and began to eat elegantly. "Hey, that's what I have eaten." How could he be so familiar. Colin Holmes nodded, "I don't mind." I don't care whether you mind it or not? I'm also hungry, okay? "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth reflexively, and a piece of fresh and juicy steak had been fed into my mouth. I think my face can be fried now. I felt embarrassed and wanted to ask the waiter to bring me a set of tableware. But not only the waitress was gone, there were only the two in the big restaurant now. What happened! Just as I was speechless, ashamed and angry, a "warm" dinner finally came to an end, and Colin Holmes had already sat next to me from across the table.