My Wife Is So Sweet

Chapter 40 Foxy Man

Chapter 40 Foxy Man

Finally, she forced herself to stay calm, and said, "Just wait a minute, I'll get myself some clothes."

At that, she just opened the wardrobe and began rummaging.

But now that Archie was right here, she could not just tell him that she wanted a new nightgown. She

didn't want to seem like she had chosen such a sexy one on purpose and insist to get herself a new

one just in his face. He might think she was trying to get his attention by making all the fuss, she

thought.

Though she didn't pick this one herself, but how could he know?

In no time, she found a matching bathrobe from the wardrobe and put it on.

The bathrobe fit well and reached all the way to her knees. As she tied the ribbon around her waist, her

beautiful chest was also covered up. Only then did she regain a sense of safety.

Archie did not say a word all the time, but his gaze was unbelievably deep and steady. The residual bit NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

of wine in the glass was gone as well.

"Done?"

She nodded.

"Then let's sleep."

He rose to his feet and strode to the edge of the bed and began to undress.

Her eyebrows raised suddenly.

"What are you doing?"

Watching the surprised face of the woman, he knitted his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't we going to sleep?"

She finally came back to her senses, realized she might be a bit overreacting, and forced a smile.

"Mmh ... don't you need to take a shower first?"

He looked at her, and paused for a short while.

"Ok."

He then turned and walked into the bathroom, and she finally felt relieved.

She closed her eyes, and as if her whole body had relaxed after the man left, she fell onto the bed.

But right at this moment, the voice of the man suddenly sounded from the bathroom.

"Honey, please help me get my pajamas."

She was stunned.

Why didn't he just bring his own pajamas with him?

She felt desperate but could only hold herself up from the bed and walked to the wardrobe again for his

pajamas.

The clothes of the man had been put in the second cabin of the wardrobe.

Unlike the variety of clothes of hers, his clothes looked pretty much the same.

They were all black, white or gray with hardly any clothes in other colors. Even his pajamas were dark

gray.

She took a set and went to the door and knocked.

Soon the door was opened. Unlike her, who had just opened a tiny crack, he actually opened the door.

Completely open.

The man stood there totally naked, his hand was rested on his head covered with the foam of

shampoo, and water was dripping from his body.

Countless drops of water slid down the well-defined abdominal muscles.

Her pupils dilated instantly.

"AH-"

After a short cry, she covered her mouth just in time.

The next second, she threw the pajamas at him and shut close the door with a bang.

"Archie McCarthy! Why are you naked?"

He did not know what to say.

Then there was the aggrieved voice of the man, "What should I dress when I am taking a shower?"

Then it was she who did not know what to say...

'Argh, I'm going crazy."

He definitely did it on purpose, she swore inwardly.

What a pervert!

In the bathroom, the man curled his lips silently.

He took a look at the pajamas in his hands, did not say anything but simply placed them on the rack.

Then he continued his shower.

Natalia walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. The scorching heat in her chest did not fade

away even after a long time.

What she had just seen just kept flashing back in her head.

She found she was even tempted a bit!

Shameful! Shameful!

'You must not be tempted by this foxy man! You must not!'

However, the more she thought, the more frequently the sexy and tempting scene came back to her

head.

She just could not get rid of it.

She held her face, getting desperately depressed.

Before long, Archie came out of the shower in the dark gray nightgown.

It was a very casual, homely nightgown, but maybe it was because he was tall, had a pair of lengthy

legs, and had broad shoulders and a thin waist, that such a simple nightgown looked just like an item

from a fashion show.

As she kept looking down, she found the slender, lengthy and firm legs of his were not covered by the

nightgown and they were just extremely sexy.

Natalia doubted whether she could still hold herself back this time.

In an effort to hide her flushing face and awkwardness, she averted her eyes uncomfortably and turned

to pull the quilt to pretend to sleep.

The lights in the room went dim, and only one wall lamp in the room were left on.

From afar, the wall lamp was just like a boiled egg yolk in the darkness, giving her a sense of warm

safety.

The mattress behind her then sank a little – the man also laid on the bed.

Her body became so tense. Fortunately, Archie did not do anything more to her, as if he was showing

his respect for her. Just like last night, they just shared the same quilt but did nothing more. He had

always been a gentleman and never went past her boundaries.

The next morning, she received a call from Clara. Clara had found the lawyer, the witness for her

mother's will, and told her to go to the bank directly at ten in the morning.

When she left, Archie was worried about her and thus he sent Brian to go with her.

She did not refuse, knowing that he had just been worried.

When the two got to the bank, Clara was not there yet, but the lawyer was.

As it turned out, the lawyer's name was Mason Currie, and he knew her mother Kiera when they went

to the same university, and because of that, Kiera had always trusted him and asked him to keep her

legacy.

After they two met, Natalia had a brief talk with him.

She was curious after all, and she asked, "Mr. Currie, when exactly had my mother left behind? Why

didn't just give it to me and had to wait until I got married?"

She had been curious about it for the past few years but now that her mother was dead, nobody could

answer her.

The lawyer smiled lightly, "To be honest with you, I have no idea either. But I guess she had her

reasons! As for what she had left behind for you ... you will find out in a moment."

Since he was reluctant to say, she knew better than to force him.

After a quarter of an hour, the Dawsons finally arrived.

After what happened in the birthday banquet, the hatred of the Dawsons for her had seeped into the

marrow of their bones.

That's why she was quite surprised when they said they were willing to return her mother's legacy back

to her.

But anyway she did not say much and they got the key for the safe as planned.

Under the witness of the lawyer, Clara opened the safe herself.

When they saw what was inside the safe – it was neither some large check nor some property deed,

and there was no cash inside – they were all shocked.

She was also somewhat stunned.

It was a simple and old-styled necklace.

She remembered seeing this necklace once when she was young but she could not remember the

details. One thing for sure though, her mother seemed to love the necklace very much.

She picked up the necklace and the lawyer smiled, "This is what your mother had left behind for you.

Now that it has been returned to you intact, I hope you can take good care of it."

She nodded.

Though she had no idea why her mother had left her such an ordinary necklace, it was the last gift her

mother gave her, and for this reason alone, it carried some different meanings.

She would definitely cherish it and passed it on.

After Brian put the necklace into the safe he had brought here, they finally walked out of the bank.

When they were about to split up, Clara eyed her harshly.

She sneered, "Natalia, you must be so proud to be Mrs. McCarthy now?"

Natalia then looked at her calmly, "So you know I am having a good time, then why even bother to look

for trouble?"

Clara then gave a cold sneer.

"You will regret it one day. You will come to me and beg for my help."

At that, she just got into the car with a group of people and left.

Natalia stood there and knitted her brows.

For some reason even unknown to herself, she just felt a bit worried.