My Wife Is My Life!
Chapter 66 The CEO Who Was A Family Man

"Bill? Vana, I really don't know who you are talking about." Simon looked at Vana apologetically, as if he was afraid that she would not believe him.

Vana was very angry. Obviously, this man began to pretend to be innocent again.

So she turned around and left without hesitation.

When arrived at the residential area of Sunshine Valley, Simon saw that Vana had already entered the residential building hall she rented. He stopped and watched her disappear at the corner. After a long time, Simon sighed and turned around to leave, but Vana suddenly appeared behind him and stopped him, "I only give you one chance. I still want to know your purpose. If you don't explain it well, we'll stop our relationship of being a couple, understand?"

Simon nodded but didn't move.

Vana frowned and said impatiently, "don't you want to go upstairs to talk?"

"You agree to let me go to your house?" Simon was a little happy, but when he saw the complaining expression on Vana's face, he immediately explained, "yesterday you said that I was not allowed to enter your house from then on. I thought you wouldn't let me go up again."

Vana was stunned. How could Simon be so obedient? What a contradictory man.

"Come on. This is the only chance. Don't come up in the future."

While Vana was talking, Simon quickly followed her. The two of them took the elevator to floor 7. This house had been built for many years, and the tile walls on both sides of the corridor had been very dirty by the small advertisement. Vana lived in the iron door at the rightmost. When she opened the door, a messy apartment showed in front of them.

Vana was not good at taking care of herself since she was a child, so she naturally lived alone in the way she liked most. At this moment, her apartment was filled with living garbage. Her coat and pillow were randomly thrown away on the sofa, a plate of fruit and pieces of fruit peel and paper filled the tea table, two used instant noodles barrels on the table, and the bedroom was filled with messy clothes on the bed.

As soon as Vana entered the room, she changed her shoes and threw her handbag away. With quick eyes and hands, Simon quickly caught the handbag that had not yet fallen to the ground from the chair. After tidying it up, Simon put it on the shoe cabinet. Then he quickly changed a pair of slippers, took the clothes on the sofa and placed the pillow on the sofa before Vana took her seat.

Vana sat down and went to replace Simon subconsciously, but Simon had already fetched the trash can naturally, and then took the fruit peel and paper scrap on the tea table into it. During this time, he felt that Vana's the mobile phone that had just been put down was a hindrance, so he picked up the mobile phone and handed it to Vana. Then he picked up the paper towel pressed by the mobile phone and threw it into the trash can. The trash was thrown into the trash can, and the fruit plate was placed in the middle of the tea table. The living room was much better at this time.

After that, Simon was going to clean up the kitchen and bedroom of Vana. Vana stopped him impatiently. While tidying up the table, Simon replied casually, "Just have a seat. I'll finish soon. Do you want some water?"

Vana was interrupted by Simon. She pointed at the cupboard and said, "there is only green tea at home. It's in the cupboard."

Simon went to look for it, but he didn't replace it. Vana thought that she might have remembered it wrong, so she went to the kitchen to look for it. But after looking around in every corner of the kitchen, she found that she had thrown the tea leaves into the trash can in the kitchen. Vana smiled awkwardly, and then comforted Simon, "it seems that drinking green tea at night is not easy to promote sleep. Why don't you just drink water?"

Simon sighed and continued to clean the kitchen.

About half an hour had passed, and Vana's impatience was worn out by the gentle movements and words of Simon. She leaned against the table, holding a glass of water, and watched with great interest that Simon was cleaning her room.

A man who had taken off his suit had to help her clean up her house after work. It would be more perfect if he could cook. But Vana was not stupid. She would never think that a person who even needed the help of a servant to take a shower would be able to cook.

After cleaning the kitchen, Simon pushed Vana into the bedroom and made an excuse, "it's not convenient for men to enter a woman's room, so you must remind me what to do and what not to do, or I'll make you angry again."

Vana pouted and turned her head, "you mean I'm narrow-minded, don't you?"

"I didn't say that. You said it yourself." Simon replied with innocence. He put Vana on the only chair she could sit on, and then began to tidy up her clothes on the bed.

"Simon, you are so scheming. To be honest, I should have seen how thick skinned you were when you admitted that you didn't know Bill before."

"Really? But I really don't remember when I met Bill. Does he mean a lot to you? He is so important that you will fall out with me for him."

"Of course important. He is my boss."

"Your boss was defeated by me? Are you sure you joined a killer organization instead of a small group?" Simon had already tidied up her clothes and sat on the bed opposite to Vana. Vana knew that Simon began to be serious.

Without giving Vana a chance to speak, Simon continued, "Vana, I've just returned to home for two years, and even in the UK, I've never had any economic strength to defeat anyone. I'm also surprised at my current performance in the past two years, but it doesn't mean that I'll use my strength to defeat anyone. I'm a businessman, and I only do things that are good for my own interests, and I wouldn't get involved in those disputes. Do you understand what I mean?"

Vana still shook her head in disbelief and said, "but you took away my pistol secretly. You used sweet words to take advantage of me when you knew my identity. Yesterday, you even tried to rush in and take him away."

Upon hearing this, Simon immediately felt something was wrong. He opened his eyes wide and said, "you mean the boss you mentioned yesterday was at your home?"

"I know you are pretending to know nothing. Then there's nothing to talk about. You can leave now." Vana was about to drive him away when she didn't agree with him. And when Simon grabbed her wrist in a hurry, Vana frowned angrily.

"What can I do to make you believe me?"

"Then you just admit that you came to me in order to defeat Bill again. You used marriage to make me relax vigilance and sweet words to make me trust you. Yes, you also deliberately irritated Bill and let him go to H Country without considering his security. Do you know how many enemies he had in Eritrea? Everyone coveted his position. As long as he died, the arms forces in Africa would have a world shaking, and a war will be on the verge of breaking out. Do you think that we killers don't have a mission? We are just trying to maintain this kind of thing from happening again."

When Simon heard this, he had known the whole thing, and Vana's eyes began to glow with water. Simon pulled Vana back to the chair and sat her down again.

Simon comforted her, "I know what you mean. It turns out that Bill you mentioned is called Kelvin in the file. Is that so?"

"Kelvin? How is that possible?"

She had seen the name of Kelvin before, but wasn't he the leader of the famous gangs in the H Country? How could it be...

"Listen to me, Vana. Everything is not as simple as you think. As soon as you tell me his position in Eritrea, I immediately know who you are talking about. Maybe no one knows his name Bill, but no one in H Country will feel strange about Kelvin."

"What do you mean? How could he have two identities? You and I are not talking about the same person. Kelvin is from H Country. Do you think I will listen to your bullshit?"

"Vana, Kelvin isn't a citizen of H Country. The nationality in his file is MB Country, and he is very cruel, very cruel to people from H Country."

"Well, even if the person you are talking about is Kelvin, it has nothing to do with my boss. Bill doesn't hate the people of H Country. He just doesn't like the people of H Country."

Because Bill's father had killed his mother, how could he still like the people of H Country? But why did she feel that the man Kelvin mentioned by Simon was also a little familiar? She was really confused now.