It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Lexus' mind was hazy and he felt like throwing up…

Lexus tried to suppress the urge, but it was still difficult and this made him frown and cover his mouth, instead of asking about the identity of the woman in front of him.

How did she know him? Because Lexus didn't feel that he had met her before.

But, then, from the corner of his eye, Lexus could see there was an unusual movement and his hunch was that something was wrong.

Journalists.

Lexus had been dealing with them for years, so he could spot their suspicious movements very easily. Also, his hunch on this matter could be quite sharp, so he didn't need to confirm it anymore.

"Hey, where are you going?" The woman looked displeased that Lexus had left her in the midst of her ranting.

"Uh, keep quiet," Lexus grumbled, but because of his frowning face, the woman misunderstood and was offended by Lexus' attitude.

"You really are an annoying guy, even on the first day we met. The rumors out there about you really need to be questioned." The woman then stopped walking after shouting those words.

However, Lexus then pulled her and asked a strange question. "You brought a car?"

The woman frowned at the question. "Of course," she answered automatically.

"Where's your car?" asked Lexus again. "Help me."

This time the woman raised her eyebrows, she then threw her shoulder-length hair in a haughty manner and folded her arms in front of her chest. Not able to understand Lexus.

How come, one second ago he was ignoring her and the next second he was asking for help as if there was nothing wrong with it?

Perhaps, there really wasn't anything wrong with that… but then Lexus grabbed her wrist and walked quickly to cut through the crowd.

"What do you want?!" she exclaimed in annoyance at being pulled like that. "You can't treat me like this! You really are drunk!" Candice cursed because she had to run in her high heels.

They ran all the way to the elevator and Lexus literally smashed his fist against the elevator button, hoping that the elevator doors would open faster.

It wasn't just Lexus' instinct, but he actually saw two reporters running after him.

Maybe Lexus was drunk, but that didn't mean he wasn't wary. Well, he was vigilant enough to keep himself from getting into trouble, adding another thing to Ramon's list of problems to deal with.

Asshole. Why did he become like this?

"There are reporters," Lexus replied. He couldn't say much because he felt like throwing up every time he opened his mouth.

"So? What does that have to do with me?" the woman protested. She had absolutely no business with reporters, so why did she have to run away along with him?

"Take me home," said Lexus softly. He was almost out of breath.

And when the elevator doors opened a second time, they were already in the basement and the eardrum-breaking music could no longer be heard now.

"Where's your car?" asked Lexus curtly. He held his head which was throbbing in pain.

Meanwhile, the woman's eyes widened in disbelief. "Seriously? You want me to take you home?" she shook her head, applauding the courage and shamelessness of Lexus.

"Yes," answered Lexus curtly. His stomach rumbled again.

"Where's your car?" the woman asked, frowning deeply.

"No car."

And before the woman protested again and laid out a thousand and one reasons why she didn't want to drive Lexus home, the man had bent over and emptied his stomach on the side of the elevator door.

"Argh!" the woman shouted angrily. "If you can't drink, don't drink!"

Lexus alcohol level was quite high, however, he had completely crossed the threshold tonight.

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Ramon took Hailee to a house on the outskirts of town, but not that far from where they were going.

"Whose house is this?" Hailee frowned when she saw the simple two-storey house in front of her.

The building was like an uninhabited house from the horror films she had watched.

"My house," replied Ramon curtly. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

But, Hailee pulled Ramon's hand and looked at him sternly. "You can't leave me, honey. I am coming along."

Ramon rolled his eyes when he heard how Hailee said determinedly that she would go with him and helped her out of the car, as his wife kept holding him.

"Are you scared?" Ramon asked when he saw Hailee's hand clutching his coat tighter.

"No." Hailee lied. Of course she was afraid. This house was like a haunted building filled with ghosts.

Even though she enjoyed listening to scary stories, that didn't mean she wanted to experience them herself. Those were two completely different things.

"What are we here for?" Hailee asked again as Ramon's bodyguards lit the way and opened the door. "And why does this place look so neglected?"

Ramon fell silent for a moment. He was hesitant to tell Hailee about this.

And Ramon's silence didn't go unnoticed by Hailee. "What? Are you hiding something?"

"No." Ramon then entered the code of the house to open the door.

Ramon must have remembered a lot if he could remember the door code. Because this house looked like it hadn't been occupied for months.

"Then what?" Hailee insisted.

"I'm not sure that you will like the answer," said Ramon, he then opened the door of the house and entered first.

"Why? Now you are making me even more curious," Hailee forced Ramon again. She squinted as Ramon's bodyguard turned on the lights in the room.

The house looked very minimalist with only a few pieces of furniture.

"This is the house where I often meet Giana," Ramon finally decided to 'come clean'.

Actually, Ramon couldn't understand why he had brought Hailee to this place. The decision came out of nowhere.

"You brought me to the house where you spent alone time with Giana?!" Hailee hissed sharply. And if Ramon hadn't seen Hailee's face, he might have thought that his wife had turned into a snake.

"How dare you, Ramon Tordoff!" Hailee growled.

This time, Ramon felt that there was nothing more terrifying than the angry face of Hailee. "I want to check something," said Ramon softly.

"Barry! Remind me to burn this house down before we leave!"