Novel & Cerita Peanut Butter Gamer Wife

I heard a laugh behind me, then I turned around and saw Gabe and his little wife, pregnant, and they finally took so long to get pregnant. Hey, now Alpha, give them a break. They have trouble with their little wife over there looking at food like she can’t take all that and still be hungry. So I suggest letting them take care of their wife before she comes after you and demands attention, like giving her food. Ha-ha,” Gabe says. “ I missed you, bro; how is married life going? Mr. Fey?” I asked him. He looks like he can blush any minute now, good finally going to be a daddy.” he says.

"Dalton Brown! Do you have any idea how important this bid was to the company? And yet, you actually had the nerve to sing folk songs during the Q&A session! "Had Leo not been there to salvage the situation, who knows how much more of a fool you would've made of yourself and how much embarrassment you would've brought on the company and me?" My wife, Gemma Hawkins, fumed, pointing at my nose in my spacious office. Half an hour ago, Gemma and I had gone to the company's most important tender meeting of the year with an intern and my assistant. When it was my turn to present, I had, as usual, confidently taken the microphone.

After hanging up the call, I watched the expression on Hendrick Twain's face shift from smug satisfaction to bewilderment. But the very next second, a laugh escaped him. "Jeffrey, who are you trying to fool? You're just a plastic surgeon! And you're thinking of bringing down the Grahm family, one of Provenia's elite families?" Indeed. I was technically just a plastic surgeon. But that was only because when I first met my wife, Winona Grahm, she was pretty much a nobody.

"Fresh out of a divorce, and you're already clinging to the Hamiltons?" Under everyone's gaze, I instinctively shrank back. Her grip sent a sharp jolt of pain up my wrist. Just then, a slender but firm hand forced her fingers off me. "Ms. Rivera, let go of my husband." Wendy's voice was cold as ice. "Husband?" Penelope let out a mocking laugh. Her blood-red fingernail jabbed at my chest. "This autistic freak who can't even dress himself? The Hamiltons must be blind—" The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the cafe, silencing the entire room.

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

I said, settling down on the seat. She bit her lower lips, and made sure to keep her gaze away from me. “A man's wife is allowed to do that, isn't she?” She settled on the chair beside me.. I chuckled softly, but gave no response to her words. Instead, I reached for the slice of bread, a knife and the jar of peanut butter. I spread the butter on the bread before placing it on Sabrina's plate. Her gaze turned to me surprised, but I wasn't looking at her. Instead, I creamed more bread with the butter.

There were pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausages, sauteed mushrooms, and poached eggs. Eli started devouring the food. "Slow down, you are eating too fast. It'll be hard to digest the food in the middle of the night. It won't be good for your stomach," Reuben reminded her. "Reuben, why don't you follow me wherever I go from now on. I realize that you are awesome," Eli said, touched by his kindness. Reuben fell silent. Eli laughed and said, "I'm just joking. Your future wife will be jealous."

Women who lacked sense weren't worth my time or energy. But she wasn't done. With a mocking lilt in her tone, she continued, "Ms. Chandler, I guess you don't know much aside from how to amass wealth—for example, how to love someone. If you did, Zach wouldn't have chosen me." I glanced at the half-full glass in my hand, finding the wine insufficient to quench my frustration. So, I picked up a cake from the table and smashed it into her smug face. "Ah!" Her sharp cry instantly drew everyone's attention.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?