Mrs. And Mr. Smith Novels & Stories

I said "Special day?" "Yeah, it's my wife's birthday," Mr. Smith cleared it for me. "Really? Happy Birthday to your wife, sir," she said, and Mr. Smith and I laughed. "Don't call me sir, just Mr. Smith just like your husband calls me," he said and I gulped.

The older woman walked up to the door and called, “Sarah, sweetie, come in! Mr. Smith has come to see us. Oh, look at how splendid these city men are! They wear good, look good, and are so, so rich.” Alejandro, who hated sitting on that stool, took this as a chance to leap on his feet and approached the yard. “Good day, Mrs. Orange. I’m Alejandro Smith—your husband’s boss.” The woman nodded and said nothing. She seemed to be a very reticent, taciturn woman; no one could tell if this was her nature or if there was another reason behind it.

It still read him Does it know? Jayson murmur Why he can't know? He investigates you right? he wanted to laugh at himself His mind rambled, Mr. Scotch still reading what was in his mind. “Jayson, marry my daughter." he shocks, stuns "What are you talking about, Mr. Scotch?" his mouth was shaking and he couldn't speak straight. Mr. Scotch was laughing at him. "Marry my daughter, don't you want to? Or, do you prefer that I marry her to someone else?" warning, threat

Lee's information wasn't wrong. “I can't tell you where I heard it from. But it was quite a shock to see you on a date with your wife yesterday.” He paused briefly. “You know what? I came with my wife, and we haven't seen a lot of places. How about you and your wife show us around?” Vincent stayed silent for a while, then released a tight smile. “Sure.” “Wonderful.” Mr. Lee clapped his hands victoriously. He got up and adjusted his jacket before stretching his hand forward for another handshake. “Let me know whenever you're both ready.”

Nadhea noticed Mrs. Smith's movements could scan the dimensions she liked. Everything in the snap of his fingers began to change. "Are you late sharing this so we're just talking about Mr. Adam?"asked Nadhea still in awe of Mrs Smith's strength not to withhold power to others.

And Aunty Claire replied, “Husband isn't the word, honey. Mr. Smith is a married man. A mistress, that's the word. Maria J, meet your new master,”

She chuckled apologetically and continued, "Look at me, I have a special affection for these two older ones. But as for Richard and Robin, I haven't seen them much when they were young, so the bond isn't as deep." "People are like that, it's natural to have stronger feelings for those we spend more time with," Mrs. Smith didn't find anything strange and thought for a moment before saying, "Smith Family Group has faced some issues recently, and both Maxwell and Oliver have been busy trying to salvage the situation. Oliver is expected to return next month, but we're not sure if you will still be in America by then." Without much deliberation, Mrs. Davis spoke up, "Well, I'll be here for a mont

“You can handle this yourselves. I only care about the results. If one partner pulled out, then find another. The Sanders Corporation might be powerful, but it’s not powerful enough to control everything.” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Liz walking in. Mrs. Smith Sr. lowered her voice. “That’s enough for now.” She set the phone down and turned toward her. “Liz, what brings you here?” “I missed you,” Liz said softly. “So I thought I’d come by.” Mrs. Smith Sr. smiled faintly. “Have you eaten?” “Not yet. I was hoping to have one of your home-cooked meals.” Mrs. Smith Sr.’s eyes softened. “Alright then, but it’s already late. I’ll just make two simple dishes. If you want something fan

his mother; a petite mixed woman, who looks like she's in her early thirties when in fact, she is in her late forties, said with a wide smile on her face. "I've missed you too mother" he whispered into her ear, making the elderly woman giggle. They separated from the hug, and he turned towards his father; a tall, muscular black man in his early fifties "I've missed you too, father" he said with a sly smile, knowing that his father isn't one to express his emotions openly. The man laughed heartily and pulled him into another hug, "welcome home son" he said in a deep baritone.

Mr Smith added as he started walking to the door. " That amount is too much Mr Smith " Sloan commented as Mr Smith let out a smirk , " You are the wife of Mr Brookes , the CEO of one of the leading companies in New York City, that amount shouldn't be difficult for you to put up with it " Mr Smith said in a mocking tone as Mrs Brookes averted her gaze from his . " Or are you going bankrupt Mrs ?" Mr Smith asked mockingly while she adjusted her blouse . " That amount is not too much and we are not going bankrupt Mr Smith, send me your account number , I'll do a transfer right away "she replied while Mr Smith used a napkin to open the door before stepping out .