My Sweet Wife

Wilson was lying on his back on the bed, his mouth blurring as he shouted, “Wife, Kiss …”

Sophie Sabastian was helping Wilson take off his shoes when she heard this and couldn’t help herself a little.

It was the first time she had ever heard Wilson call out to himself like that, and just then the cell phone on the nightstand vibrated.

It was a ‘President Leonel’ number.

Sophie Sabastian didn’t usually check Wilson’s cell phone, but she answered it for fear that the other party was calling about something, “Sorry, Wilson is drunk, President Leonel do you have an emergency?”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Sophie Sabastian thought the signal was bad and repeated one side, but the other side just hung up.

“What the hell?” Sophie Sabastian was baffled.

Putting the phone back on the nightstand, she stared back at Wilson’s drunken face as the man mumbled something under his breath.

Sophie Sabastian always had a hunch that Wilson was hiding something from her.

How come he’s been acting a little covert lately?

More speculation and a little distracted, she hurriedly picked up her bag, instructed the maid to prepare Wilson’s sobriety medicine, and went downstairs.

Old Cooper is sitting on the sofa in the living room, seeing her go downstairs, and knowing that Wilson drank too much wine, he said, “Sophie ah, it’s inconvenient for you to go back alone as a girl so late in the evening, I’ll let Leonardo send you.”

“Grandpa … don’t need to …” She didn’t have the guts to take Leonardo Cooper’s car.

Just as Sophie Sabastian was about to refuse, Leonardo Cooper, dressed in a light gray housecoat, happened to come down from upstairs.

Old Cooper immediately greeted him with a smile, “Leonardo, if you don’t have anything else to do at this moment, you can drive Sophie down, it’s too dangerous for her to go back alone.”

Leonardo Cooper glanced at Sophie Sabastian with a ‘hmmm’ and grabbed his jacket from the couch and threw it over his body before walking to the foyer to put on his shoes.

“See you then, Grandpa.”

After saying goodbye to Old Cooper, Sophie Sabastian didn’t dare to delay, and hurriedly chased her to the parking lot, followed Leonardo Cooper’s steps, and was about to get into the car when she pulled open the back door.

Leonardo Cooper saw her movement and reminded her in a cold voice, “There are things in the back seat, you sit in the passenger side.”

Sophie Sabastian really saw that there were two cardboard boxes in the backseat, so she had to comply and sit in the passenger side.

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot and sped on the oil road.

Inside the car, the two of them were silent, and the atmosphere was so frozen that Sophie Sabastian could hardly breathe.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, Leonardo Cooper’s low voice rang out, “How long have you and Wilson been dating?”

“Yes, for five years.” Sophie Sabastian froze, before answering, though not quite understanding why Leonardo Cooper would suddenly ask this.

Five years?

The corners of Leonardo Cooper’s lips curled up slightly, and something seemed to flash in his eyes, fleetingly.

Seeing that he was silent, his expression slightly condensed, Sophie Sabastian apprehensively opened her mouth and asked, “Third, Uncle, why did you suddenly think of asking this?”

The sound of Uncle, however, made the silent Leonardo Cooper’s face gloomy to the extreme, and the gas pedal under his foot followed and slammed down.

Before Sophie Sabastian realized what had happened, she felt that the Maybach underneath her was like a store of reined-in wildebeests, crazily soaring out.

“Ah!” The speed was too fast, so fast that Sophie Sabastian’s voice was stuck in her throat, and the wind outside the window whistled, blowing her hair messy.

But the man beside her had no intention of stopping.

Sophie Sabastian stuttered, dead grip on the seat belt does not let go, “Three … uncle, you … slow down, I’m afraid!”

Her voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between her teeth, just like that night.

Leonardo Cooper only felt a wave of annoyance, and his tight cheeks seemed to float up to the temperature, stepping on the brakes.