It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

The expression on Ramon's face couldn't be described in words, because at this moment, he was frantically looking for his wife who suddenly disappeared after he had a bad dream, making his mind start to imagine the worst.

It was just that Ramon, who was panicking, actually looked terrible. He looked as though he would silence anyone who dared to say something wrong to him, or make his mood worse.

The first room that Ramon went to was Hailee's parents' room, after he had searched for her in the front and back yard, because maybe Hailee couldn't sleep and decided to get some fresh air.

However, since Hailee wasn't in either of those two places, Ramon decided to go to Hailee's parents' room that he knew earlier when the maids rearranged her parents' belongings, which Aileen had moved into the warehouse.

And luckily Ramon's instincts were right, Hailee was in there, looking all pensive. At once, relief flooded his veins.

Hailee is fine, nothing happened to her.

Like a magnet, Ramon's body moved automatically toward Hailee as he hugged her tightly before burying his face into his wife's shoulder to feel the warmth of her body.

A moment later, Ramon could feel Hailee's small and warm hand, rubbing his back. It is nice and comforting to have someone who truly loves you and you know that you can trust her, where trust and trustworthy people are very rare in people's lives like Ramon's.

"What is it?" Hailee asked in confusion.

Ramon didn't answer right away, the man just buried her in his tight embrace.

"What is it?" Hailee repeated her question in a softer tone. "Are you having nightmares again? Did you get any pieces of your memory back?"

Hailee could assume that what she said was true based on Ramon's reaction.

They had discussed this quite a number of times before and Ramon had also told Hailee that his memory was slowly returning, but that it was a bit of a confusing scene.

"Want to tell me about it?" Hailee asked, still stroking Ramon's shoulders, nape and hair.

"No," Ramon muttered. "Not now. Later."

"Okay..." Hailee said. She was sure that Ramon would tell her everything when he calmed down and all Hailee needed to do was to wait.

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That night, after Hailee kicked her out of the Tatum residence and Ramon set the car on fire, Aileen had no other way to get to her apartment which was a few kilometers away from the Tatum residence. So she set out on foot, because she didn't even have a penny or couldn't use her cards, for they had all been burned.

Hatred and vengeance overwhelmed Aileen with every step she took. At times like this, she was willing to do anything to hurt Hailee. To even kill the woman, so that she could no longer see the scornful smile on her face.

Aileen clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white and stomped her feet hard, as if she was stomping on Hailee. As that was exactly what she did in her mind.

And while Aileen was wrestling with her unstoppable emotions, a car stopped right beside her and the windows rolled down.

"Hey." A man's voice could be heard from inside the car and Aileen quickened her steps to avoid whoever this person was.

Aileen looked around, this street was not too quiet, because there were still several cars passing by with some people walking, indeed a big city would never really sleep.

"Aileen Tatum," the man called again and this time, by mentioning the woman's name, he managed to grab Aileen's attention and make her stop walking. The car he was driving steadily stopped right beside her.

"Who are you?" asked Aileen with narrowed eyes. She tried to look inside the car, but it was hard to see who this man was when he was in the shadows.

However, Aileen was sure that she didn't know him.

"How about you get in this car and we can talk more about who I am?" The man's voice was heard again.

Aileen snorted when she heard the offer. "Just because you know my name, you assume I'm going to get in that car and ride with you?" she asked with a scornful grin. "Even small children know not to go out with strangers you don't know."

Hearing that statement, a harsh and loud laugh could be heard from inside the car, making Aileen's frown deepen.

What does this man want? And who is he?

But, whoever it was, Aileen didn't want to add to the problems that she was already dealing with. She had so many things on her mind and didn't need new problems to think about.

At least that's what Aileen thought as she was about to walk away, leaving the mysterious man alone, until he said something that made her stop in her tracks again.

"Come with me and you will get your revenge on Hailee," he said.

What is this? Did Aileen hear wrong? How could everything happen by chance like this?

Just a moment ago she had been racking her brains trying to figure out the best way to get rid of Hailee, but now someone had walked up to her and offered her what she really wanted.

Is this just a joke? Or was this guy actually sent by Ramon Tordoff to harm her because she had threatened his wife?

And as if he could understand what was going through Aileen's mind right now, the man added again. "You have a grudge against Hailee, while I have unfinished business with Ramon Tordoff, so I think we can work well together."

This wasn't the first time this man had offered things to people near Hailee, manipulating them into doing something for him, because he knew it would be difficult to get close to Ramon, so he started with someone who might hurt him.

Namely, his wife, at one glance people would know that what was between Ramon and Hailee wasn't a lie, just like what Ramon and Giana had…

Therefore, the man chose this method to make Ramon suffer.

"Ramon Tordoff?" Aileen mumbled. "What business do you have with that man?" Aileen's frown deepened. If this man wanted to deal with Ramon, it would mean that he wasn't a random person.

The man chuckled softly. "I'm not used to having important conversations on the side of the road and in public spaces."

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