Love-Battle Executive: Husband of High Society Fails

The warm morning sun shone through the thin curtains and into the room. Lizzie opened her heavy eyelids, her blurry eyes scanning the large bedroom. He was nowhere to be found. Sitting up, she rubbed her slightly throbbing forehead. She must have drank too much last night. Hangovers really are a pain.She got out of bed and stood by the French windows. She stretched her long arms, yawning lazily. It’s a really nice day with the sun shining. She smiled slightly, thinking that if she couldn’t choose her situation, she might as well face it positively.She then entered the bathroom and freshened up. Looking into her closet, she saw mostly women’s clothing, all the latest styles. But the revealing outfits were not suitable for her. In the end, Lizzie chose a relatively conservative, pink chiffon skirt. Sitting on the sofa, she looked at the time. It was only 9 am, but she didn’t have any friends in America and didn’t know the area. She had nothing to do but sit in boredom. She flipped thr

Bruno took the elevator back to the presidential suite on the top floor. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of the television, and Lizzie was lying on the sofa, already asleep.He took off his suit jacket and casually threw it on the single sofa next to him, entered the bathroom, changed his clothes, turned on the shower head, and the sound of running water came from the bathroom.Upon hearing the noise, Lizzie opened her eyes, saw the black suit jacket on the sofa, and wondered if he had returned? She quickly got up from the sofa, walked into the bedroom, saw the bathroom door closed, and the sound of water coming from it. She hung the suit jacket in her hand on the hanger.Lizzie sat on the sofa, waiting for Bruno to come out. She still had something to say to him.Bruno came out of the bathroom in a white robe, glanced lightly at Lizzie sitting on the sofa, and turned to leave the bedroom. "Um, that..." Lizzie hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to call him."He

"No." Lizzie shook her head. Did he sense something?"I gave you a chance to speak, and if you don't say anything, don't blame me for not giving you the opportunity." Bruno said dismissively, sitting down on the couch nearby.Lizzie hesitated for a few seconds, "You seem to be very busy with work. Can I go back to my country earlier?""Anything else is fine, but not this one." Bruno refused directly without even looking at her.She knew the outcome would be like this. Anyway, she could only resign herself to staying here until he finished his work and returned to his country.Steward sent someone to deliver dinner, but Lizzie, in a fit of anger, didn't eat anything and went to her bedroom alone.Bruno didn't force her. This woman was not only ignorant but also willful. She agreed to have a honeymoon in the United States, but not even a week had passed, and she wanted to return. At least, he had to use this time to deal with everything he needed to manage.For more than a week, Bruno s

"How can it be? In this house, you are the young lady. We have plenty of servants. You don't have to do anything. Just give orders to them. You just need to comfortably play your role as the young lady and there is no need for you to do the things that should be done by the servants." Flora said so, apparently for the servants to hear, but it was actually directed towards Lizzie, signifying that no matter how egalitarian she was in the Jiang family, in the Leng family, she must abide by the rules and act accordingly.Lizzie nodded, "I understand, Mom," she said, her voice very small.Flora laughed and said, "Good, understanding is important. If you are tired, do you want to go upstairs to rest?""I don't need to, I slept on the plane," Lizzie said, somewhat reserved. It was her first time here, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy and nervous."Come on, have some juice, oh, where is Yan? Didn't he come back with you?" Flora asked."Oh, he said he had a company meeting and wouldn't be

“怎么这么问？你吃醋了？”Bruno反问她， Lizzie looked at him and sighed, "Just my luck." Reluctantly, she helped him put on his shirt, her delicate fingertips brushing against his firm skin. She squinted and fumbled with the buttons, her fingers trembling slightly. Finally, she finished buttoning the shirt."Done," she said, quickly retreating to the bathroom. The door was locked a second later.Lizzie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, patting her face and washing it as quickly as possible. When she emerged, she found Bruno already dressed and sitting on the couch. She grabbed a soft yellow dress from the closet and changed in the bathroom."Um, aren't you going downstairs?" Lizzie asked, standing in front of Bruno. She felt a little scared in the unfamiliar home.Bruno put down the financial magazine he was reading. "Let's go!"Lizzie picked up her backpack from the couch and caught Bruno's arm as he was about to walk out the door. "Cold... Yan."Bruno turned to look at her. "What's the matter?"