Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 48

Chapter 48 She Is My Wife

After breakfast, Alora carried her backpack and followed Samir into the car.

James and Steve, the two little guys, stood at the door like parents watching their children go out.

James said earnestly,

"You have to be careful on the road."

"You can't treat other children too well."

Steve looked at him indifferently.

After a while, the little fellow raised his head and looked at Alora's face with his big crystal eyes. "Be happy." "I will." Alora nodded.

This time, she was going to relax.

When she came back from relaxing this time, she would definitely not care about Truett or Celia at all!

"Get in the car." Standing behind the two little guys, Samir frowned and said coldly.

Alora obediently opened the car door and got into the car.

The tall man turned around and glanced indifferently at the two little guys who were not even as tall as his thighs. "I have been on business trips so many times, but I have never seen you send me off." "Daddy, you are an adult. Do you still need the care from two children?" James rolled his eyes.

Samir paused slightly.

"Isn't your mother an adult too?"

"That's different!"

"How is it different?"

James pursed his lips. Before he could think of how to respond to his words, Steve turned around silently and entered the door. "We value women more than men."

"Yes! We value women more than men!" James hurriedly nodded. "Daddy, take good care of Mommy!" After that, the little fellow caught up with Steve. "Steve, wait for me!" "Don't touch the cookies Mommy prepared for me!"

Samir stood in the same place and sighed as he looked at the backs of his two sons.

He didn't even get a "take care".

He stood in the same place until the figures of the two little fellows disappeared before he got into the car. In the car, Alora was on the phone with Anne.

"Alora, I'm already waiting at the intersection!" "I put on all the most valuable things on me. If Mr. Rowan still thinks I'm shabby, you have to remember that I tried my best!"

"I got up at five o'clock this morning. I put on makeup for more than two hours just to not lose face for you..."

Anne's voice was loud.

Even though Alora did not turn on the speaker and even deliberately covered the receiver with her hand, the woman's loud voice still echoed in the car.

Samir, dressed in a black suit, gracefully sat down beside Alora and glanced at her. Alora knew that he must have heard it! "Lower your voice!"

The woman pursed her lips and subconsciously pressed on the receiver.

But it seemed to be of no use.

"Although Mr. Rowan saw me in the video call last time, he was so busy that he definitely couldn't remember what I looked like." Alora rolled her eyes. "Anne, lower your voice..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a large hand with long fingers stretched over.

The man stretched out two long fingers, took her phone, and turned on the speaker. "There's no need to go through so much trouble."

On the other side of the line, Anne, who was still chattering, seemed to have been pressed on the pause button in an instant and stopped.

"There's no need to do this next time. It's a waste of time." Samir said in a low and indifferent voice.

"I won't look at you."

In the silence, Samir hung up the phone gracefully and stuffed the phone back into Alora's hand. "Let's go."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Mathias hurriedly started the car.

The black Maserati sped on the streets of the city.

Alora held her phone and could not come back to her senses for a long time. After a while, she pursed her lips and looked up at Samir. "Your words... are..." "What?" "Not polite?"

Samir changed into a comfortable position and leaned against the back seat of the car. He leaned back lazily and elegantly, closing his eyes to rest. "She is too nervous." "You are my wife and she is your best friend. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to meet her in the future."

As he spoke, he opened his eyes and stared at her. "Or do you want her to be so nervous every time she sees me in the future?"

Alora, "..."

She didn't know if his eyes were too captivating, or if his voice was too magnetic and charming. At this moment, when she looked at him like this, she was suddenly speechless. She stared at him, and he also looked at her. When their eyes met, Alora only felt that it was more and more difficult to breathe, and her face was also getting hotter and hotter... Just as the atmosphere between the two of them was getting more and more affectionate, the car stopped.

Mathias lowered the window and glanced at the woman standing in front of a bus station. "Miss Anne?"

"It's me!" Anne, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress, quickly nodded and ran excitedly towards their car. When she was about five meters away from the Maserati, Anne's feet, which were wearing high- heeled

shoes, twisted fiercely...

"Bang -!" The woman fell directly to the ground with her face down. Alora pursed her lips and hurriedly opened the car door to get off. She rushed up and helped Anne up. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine."

"How embarrassing..." Anne was pitifully supported by Alora. "It's fine. Don't treat him as an outsider." "He's my husband. You'll see him more often in the future." "Get in," she said as she opened the door of the back seat. Just as Anne was about to get in, she saw the face of the man in the back seat.

She screamed and quickly got up. "Forget it. I'll sit in the front." The woman said, ignoring the fact that she had just twisted her foot, she rushed to the front passenger seat, opened the door, and got in the car. Alora, "... In fact, she wanted Samir to give up his seat for Anne...

Seeing that Anne had buckled her seat belt in the front, Alora had no choice but to get into the car and sit beside Samir.

From Banyan City to Tong City was not very close.

It was silent in the car.

Alora looked at the repeating scenery outside the window and yawned heavily. Finally, she took a deep breath and fell asleep leaning against the window.

In a daze, she felt a hand pushing her head away from the window.

Then her head leaned against a broad and warm chest.

There was a vague voice beside her ear. "Mr. Rowan, you are so nice to Alora." "She is my wife."