Had Chris gone to work? It was a Saturday. Why would he have to work on a Saturday? Last night, Chris said he would take charge of her look for the dinner tonight. However, he was not home. What should she do? She had a few hours left before the dinner. “Paige…” Someone knocked on the door—it was Luna. Paige went to answer the door. “Luna.” Luna smiled and said, “Paige, I’m going to get my hair done. Are you coming with me?” Paige hesitated. Chris said his team would handle her look for the dinner. However, he was not around and did not leave her a message. She did not know how to arrange things in his absence. Maybe Chris had forgotten. Paige believed she should go out with Luna to get her look done. Right before she could say yes, her phone rang. Paige said, “I have to take this first.” Luna nodded with a smile. Paige turned around and looked for her phone on the bed. When she saw Chris’ name on the screen, she quickly answered it. “Hello?” “Are you

Shelly pondered. Paige went with an innocent and pure look, while her sister, Sierra, pretended to be a gentle and kind lady. Were the two Chris’ favorite types of women? He liked the obedient and kind type, and now the beautiful and bold type like her? Shelly smiled back at Paige before walking over to them. Paige easily located Shelly among the crowd. Shelly was a beautiful woman who stood out regardless of occasion. She was beautiful and strong. The slightest makeup would make her look stunning. All the girls around her would be overshadowed by her brightness. “Chris,” Shelly said to Chris with a beautiful smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you would find it boring and not show up.” Paige looked at Shelly. She seemed to know Chris well. On second thought, it made sense since Shelly was close with Luna. So, it was not surprising that she knew Chris well. “It is boring. I never wanted to come,” Chris said. He looked at Paige. Why did he look a

Paige wanted to button her shirt. Chris did not stop her. He simply stared at her. Paige got nervous. Her hands froze, and she gave up on trying to cover her chest. Chris grinned. What a good girl! …The next morning, the loud alarm woke Paige up. She searched for her phone and had a look at the time. 7.30 a.m. She was still tired and sleepy. Ever since she married Chris, she never had a good night’s sleep. They had sex every night, which was exhausting. Was this the life of a married woman? No wonder women aged faster after marriage. If they had sex every night and barely had enough rest, of course, they would age faster. Paige got up and headed to the washroom. She took off her pants and saw the red stains in her underwear. Her period came. Somehow, she was happy about it. After all, it meant she could take a week off at night! Previously, having her period was a trouble because she had to worry about leaking. Now, she was happy about it, so happy t

He thought Paige went shopping. While he knew women loved shopping, he did not remember receiving notifications on the transaction. If Paige used his card to shop, he would receive a notification on his phone. However, there was nothing. Could Paige have bought all these with her own money? Why did she not use his money? Paige noticed Chris had a glance at the boxes. She wondered if he remembered them. After all, he gave them to Sierra himself. “These…” Paige pointed at the boxes of gifts and nervously said, “Do you remember them?” Chris was confused. Why would he remember the things she bought? “Remember what?” Chris asked. He had no memories of the gifts. “These are the gifts you gave Sierra,” she explained. What? The gifts he gave Sierra? He had another look at the boxes and could not remember any of them. He remembered giving gifts to Sierra, but they were all delivered by his secretary. His secretary had picked them, and he was not involved in any way.

Paige wanted to walk away, but Pierre stopped her. The man came with an ill agenda. Paige looked at him, saying, “I’m warning you. Don’t you try anything fishy. There are security guards patrolling this place.” Pierre nodded. “I know.” He stared at Paige. "Look at you. Do you really think I want to hurt you?" Was he not? During their first meeting at Shelly’s dinner, like the crazy man he was, he asked her if she had fallen in love with him. She strongly suspected the man had fallen for her at first sight because she dressed up beautifully that day. “Don’t overthink. You are not my type,” Pierre said. Paige was speechless. If she was not his type, why did he meddle with her the other night? He was in her way as well. It was as if he was trying to hurt her. She did not trust him, not a bit. “Why? You don’t believe me?” Pierre asked with brows raised. Paige refused to believe a word he said. “Move! Move, and I’ll believe you,” she said. With a faint smile, P