A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Marley didn't have a phone to contact others. Even if he had a phone, he didn't remember others' phone numbers. After conclusive evidence was offered, Marley was sent to prison.

When he was sent to prison, the prison guards heard about his matter and sighed at him, "You're such a handsome young man. Why ... did you fall for such a woman? And... You even used force. How desperate you are!"

"Yes. He's so desperate for women!"

Marley felt wronged in his heart. He was looking for Veronica, but who knew that she would suddenly become an ugly woman? It was all his fault for mistaking this woman for Veronica.

It was truly a false step that resulted in everlasting sorrow.

Moreover, if people found out in the future that Marley had been sent to prison because he had tried to rape an ugly woman, he would lose face.

Two days ago, Rodger was sentenced to death and ten days of suspended execution by Fauxport's highest court because of fraud, smuggling operations, and murder.

And just last night, Rodger took advantage of the darkness of the night to escape the prison. Finally, when he ran to the last wall, he was caught by the guards. When Rodger resisted with his weapon, the prison guards shot him in self-defense. Rodger died on the spot last night.

In the morning, when Veronica was on her way to the translation office and flipping through the news, she happened to see this news and was shocked at once.

She was not only shocked by Rodger's death, but also by this news.

She shot a sidelong glance at Raymond.

The latter was resting without even opening his eyes. He said indifferently, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He did not open his eyes. How could he know that she was looking at him?

However, that was not the key point.

"I just saw on the news that Rodger was shot to death because he tried to escape from prison last night."

"Really?" Raymond's voice did not show any emotional fluctuations.

Seeing that he was calm, Veronica continued, "Rodger has been transferred to Fauxport. Why didn't you tell me?"

Raymond still said in a neutral tone, "Well, don't you know now?"

Veronica was stunned, unsatisfied with his attitude. If Raymond hadn't said that Rodger was still fleeing, she wouldn't have stayed in his villa.

While she was frowning, Raymond added, "I happen to have time at noon. Let's have lunch together."

"No." Veronica immediately refused.

Raymond's eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light shot out. "Are you afraid that others will find out about our relationship?"

Veronica explained seriously, "This is one of the reasons."

"What is the other reason?"

"I have something to do at noon today," Veronica said and told Raymond about how she had received a call from the department director last night. "So I have to go back to school this afternoon." The coldness in Raymond's eyes receded, and he pondered for a moment. "I'll take you there at noon."

"No need. I can go by myself."

"I'll take you there at noon. It's settled then."

Veronica was speechless.

He was as domineering as he used to be.

...

At noon, Veronica had just gotten off work and had not left her seat when her phone rang.

It was Raymond.

She answered the call. Raymond's voice came from the phone. It was his usual tone. "Come down. I'm waiting for you on the road in front of your company."

Raymond wanted to drive her there.

As she packed up, she pondered for a moment and said, "OK, I'll go down immediately."

When she reached the door, Raymond was indeed waiting for her by the side of the road.

Because they had just gotten off work, her colleagues had not come down yet. Veronica took advantage of the fact that there was no one else around and immediately got into Raymond's car. After she got in, she felt less nervous.

Veronica breathed a sigh of relief and said to Devin, who was in the driver's seat, "Devin, we can go now."

Devin started the car. Raymond, who was beside Veronica, stared at her strangely.

Veronica touched her face. "Do I have anything on my face?"

"How many couples meet each other like this? It is as if we are secret agents." Raymond's face was sullen. He was displeased with her actions.

This was not the first time that Raymond had complained to her.

Seeing that he was not looking at her, Veronica thought in her heart, 'How about letting him be so angry? Anyway, if I ignore him, he will only continue to be unhappy like this, and there will be no loss.' However, in her heart, her conscience pricked her.

Veronica remembered that Devin had once told her to coax Raymond, and she indeed felt very uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere.

She shuffled closer to him and coughed lightly.

Raymond still didn't look at her, his face cold.

Veronica gently touched her forehead and then tried to move toward him again. She pulled his sleeve in a fawning manner.

Raymond gave her a sidelong glance.

"What's the matter?"

His cold face almost stopped her. However, Veronica would never be defeated by a small setback. She would only become more and more courageous.

"Well..."

Veronica stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, making Raymond impatient.

"What are you trying to say?"

Veronica continued to flatter him. "What kind of dishes do you like to eat?"

Raymond glanced at her again.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Every time we return to the Cordova's villa, we will pass by the food market."

"And then?"

Veronica lowered her head, not daring to look up at Raymond's face. She gently drew circles on Raymond's arm with her index finger. "I think that we can stop there when we go back."

"And then?"

Her finger was still moving, and her fingertip on his arm was like a feather tickling his heart and seducing him.

"What do you like to eat?" Veronica asked again.

"Don't think that I won't be angry if you cook for me at night," Raymond snorted, not buying it at all.

Devin, who was in the front, was anxious for Raymond.

Veronica had already given in to Raymond for the first time, but Raymond was still putting on airs. This would only...

Veronica stopped drawing circles on Raymond's arm, her finger stiff.

"You are not willing to eat what I cook?"

Raymond did not look at her or speak, his face expressionless.

Veronica's face darkened.

Her kindness was coldly refused. She was already so humble, but in the end, he was so cold to her. She suddenly felt embarrassed. "Since you don't want to, then forget it. It's so tiring to cook, and I don't bother to cook either." With that, Veronica retracted her finger. Her finger was pulled back halfway when he suddenly held her hand tightly with his big warm hand.

"Baked fish, steak, mushroom soup..." Raymond ordered over twenty dishes in one go.

At first, after Raymond ordered a dish, Veronica would nod and say yes.

After he ordered ten dishes, Veronica could no longer nod her head, and her expression became uglier and uglier.