My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Samuel cleared his throat and replied, "This isn't your home. I'm one of the school's shareholders. Why can't I be here?" "Of course, of course," Lucille said with a faint smile. She simply sat down on a bench without leaving.

The meaning of her actions was obvious. She wanted him to get lost.

Samuel forced himself to take a few steps forward before backtracking.

"I'm tired. I want to rest, too. Okay?"

After that, he sat down on the bench across from her.

The school was huge, and no one passed through that path. Occasionally, the wind blew, and the leaves drifted.

Lucille swiped through her phone.

In the group chat, Hugo was talking about all kinds of weird requirements proposed by the variety show's crew. Then, he excitedly told them about how Robert, as the head designer, single-handedly completed every request the director had with utter perfection. Not a single flaw could be found.

After that, everyone sent thumbs-up emojis in response.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Lucille transferred them some money at random and typed: "Thanks for the hard work, everyone."

Immediately after, all of them started fighting to get the money.

It was absolutely hilarious.

James' luck was the worst. He cried and asked her to give him a bit more.

Lucille couldn't help laughing and sent him more money to comfort him.

On the bench, Samuel was staring at Lucille.

The girl's cold eyes were covered with a layer of soft light. Her pretty face was delicate and flawless, shining brightly. She didn't need to do anything. Just sitting there made her look like a gorgeous painting. He didn't know which man she was talking to, but she was laughing!

Samuel was so angry that his face darkened instantly.

He was furious that she was completely ignoring him. Thus, he stepped forward and said condescendingly, "Lucille, to be honest, I'm here to fulfill the bet." Lucille squinted at him and asked, "What bet?" Samuel suddenly choked.