It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 171: YOU HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH HIM?!

Hailee felt more refreshed after she woke up for the second time today. And, the sunlight coming in through the open windows made her feel better, despite the fact that her body ached in some places.

But, on the whole, after remembering every little detail of what happened last night, Hailee could only laugh to herself as a sense of warmth crept up her cheeks.

She really didn't expect that she would end up bothering Ramon like that, but what made Hailee happy was that Ramon didn't mind being bullied at all.

Well, no one would say that he objected from the way he responded to Hailee's annoying advances last night.

Hailee bit her lower lip to suppress the smile that was about to bloom before she continued to think about Ramon. Sticking her hand to the side, Hailee found that the man was no longer there.

Her hand found Ramon's side cold and empty, indicating that the man had woken up a long time ago and left the bed.

Is Ramon in the bathroom? Hailee perked her ears up, but didn't hear any sound until she felt sure that she was alone in the room.

Then, Hailee began to stretch and wake up from her sleep, loosening her muscles while feeling her bones creaking loudly.

Ah… very nice…

Hailee then got out of bed and grabbed her cellphone which was on the night stand beside and was shocked when she saw what time it was.

It was 10.00 AM already!

Hailee skipped breakfast and it's almost lunch now! She never woke up until this late, no matter how late she fell asleep the previous night.

Ugh! This must be the result of the evening 'exercise' she participated in. Ramon was to blame for all this, considering that she was the one who got exhausted.

Then, the second thing that caught Hailee's attention were a few missed calls from an unfamiliar number.

Hailee's forehead creased seeingthe number. Not many people knew about this cell phone number except the Tordoffs, Ian and Zia.

Then who is this?

As if to answer Hailee's curiosity, the foreign number called her back.

"Hello?" Hailee answered in a voice that was still a little hoarse, with an expression that was still sleepy. "Who is this?"

"Hailee." A woman's voice greeted Hailee in a cold tone and immediately she recognized the voice.

"Giana," Hailee said. She would always recognize her voice.

And immediately, Hailee's sleepiness just disappeared, replaced by a sense of alertness and annoyance that mingled into one.

"What do you want?" Hailee asked sarcastically. At first she intended to disconnect the call, but in the end Hailee decided to find out what Giana's intentions were until she struggled to get her cell phone number.

Getting Hailee's cell phone number was not an easy job, but it was also not an impossible. As long as you have money and status, then you could get all the information you needed.

At least that was the case in a world like the one Hailee was currently living in.

"You don't need to be cynical to me," Giana admonished her in a sharp tone.

Hearing that, Hailee snorted, showing her displeasure. "Then, how do you want me to reprimand you?" She asked. "Even with all those harsh words, you still don't understand what I'm saying. I did not think that you are so stupid that you don't understand the essence of the words; do not disturb my life."

Hailee bit out her last sentence through her clenched teeth, indicating how annoyed she was at the other person was right now.

"You don't want to talk to me?" Giana laughed bitterly. "You could just turn off this phone line… hello? Hello?"

And in the next second the telephone line was completely cut off.

Well, initially Hailee wanted to give Giana a chance to explain her purpose in calling herself, but since Giana didn't appreciate the opportunity and asked Hailee to hang up, that's what Hailee did…

Besides, she didn't want to talk to Giana in the first place.

Feel it!

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Giana stared at her cellphone screen in disbelief, hearing the disconnected tone of the line Hailee had unilaterally disconnected.

"Damn it!" Giana growled, gritting her molar teeth tightly. Her eyes were so sharp that she stared angrily at her cellphone, as if she were going to slam the unfortunate thing one more time, were it not for Dillon to rush over and grab the innocent thing from Giana's hand and secure it.

"What is wrong now?" Dillon asked as he put Giana's documents and cellphone on the table. With just one glance, he could tell that Giana wasn't in a good mood, or it could be said that she didn't want to be bothered right now. "Who else is looking to mess with you?" He asked.

After the incident in the car, when Giana spent at least half an hour crying in Dillon's arms, it seemed that the iceberg that was looming between them had melted, or you could say the iceberg was now much warmer than before.

Dillon even felt that Giana became much more relaxed and less guarded when she was around him.

Not only that, Giana seemed even more attentive to his words now. Maybe it was just Dillon's feelings, but that was exactly how he now felt about the relationship between the two of them.

"What's wrong with you?" Dillon asked in a relaxed tone and slumped himself down on the soft sofa.

Giana still refused to speak and preferred to look away.

And as if he understood what was on this woman's mind, Dillon could guess exactly that this must have something to do with Ramon or his wife, Hailee.

Everything that had to do with the two of them would make Giana's mood change and her to become a little snappy.

And even though he knew this, Dillon still felt that she was a little annoyed because Gianawas still struggling with the same problem, while she still had to face things that were more complicated than this.

"You don't want to talk about it?" Dillon asked and he saw Giana supporting her head with her two hands, sighing in annoyance. That was when he knew that this woman wasn't in the mood to discuss anything. "Then how about we discuss your divorce issue with Aidan?" Dillon shifted the document he had brought closer to Giana for her to examine.

"Has he signed it? He agreed to all the conditions?" Giana lifted her head, finally looking a little interested in the topic that was brought up by Dillon. Then she reached for the document to read.

Her forehead crinkled slightly when she saw some of the points Aidan put up. Her husband was really a businessman, he even made calculations with herself.

However, Giana had anticipated all of that and after all, no point was too much to change.

Aidan only revised two points and added one point to the number of points Giana raised previously. So, you could say that these requests weren't made for profits, but to just find a balance between the two of them.

"Make a new copy with these changes and let me sign it before I go out," Giana said. She wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible.

"Where are you going?" Dillon asked without thinking first, but when he realized it, he immediately anticipated Giana's answer.

Not because of anything, but the last time Dillon was too curious about his business, the answer that came out of Giana's lips was not at all pleasant to hear, so he was now preparing himself for the worst.

"I'll be out for a bit," Giana muttered. This obviously made Dillon breathe a little relieved because he was not really pushing his luck.

Maybe the relationship between the two of them really got better, but it didn't mean that Giana's way of doing things would turn a hundred and eighty degrees or that she would suddenly become really nice to him.

"Want me to accompany you?" Dillon asked as he took the document back, intending to make a revision of it as soon as possible.

"No need." Giana waved her hand, indicating that she wanted to be alone.

Therefore, Dillon couldn't do anything except what Giana wanted and resigned himself to revise the agreement that Giana needed.

It's just that, before Dillon had time to get out of the room, someone had stepped in and stopped right in front of Dillon, but a moment later his eyes were staring at Giana, who had now gotten up from her seat with a wary expression.

"You, get out," said the man, who was none other than Giana's father, Mr. Dawson.

The middle-aged man looked like he was about to lose his temper and looked like he was going to explode in a moment because Dillon didn't move quickly.

But, on the other hand, Dillon did not move from where he stood. He didn't want to leave Giana to face Mr. Dawson alone. Because, Dillon could tell from the sweat on the face of this middle aged man that he was going to go on a rampage in a moment.

Dillon turned his gaze toward Giana under Mr. Dawson's glaring eyes, trying to ignore his order.

"Get out of this room right now!" Mr. Dawson raised his tone at Dillon, rebuking him loudly because he was obviously being stubborn by staying there. "Leave the two of us alone!"

Giana took a deep breath before she said in a flat tone with face that devoid from any emotion. "Go, Dillon, leave us," she said and when Dillon still remained silent, Giana repeated her words even more firmly. "Go."

Only then did Dillon react and stepped out of the room, because even from the start he understood that being there would only make things worse.

After that, Mr. Dawson faced his daughter. His eyes were glaring angrily at Giana, seeing how Dillon had not listened to his words just now.

"You should fire a useless employee like him!" Mr. Dawson scolded Giana angrily, pointing to the door which Dillon had just closed before he left the room. "I want him to be fired right now!"

Mr. Dawson didn't seem to take the insult very well because he felt what Dillon did earlier was completely out of work ethics.

However, Giana had a different opinion and as for this one, she said a little harshly to her father.

"Don't even think about doing that." Giana's voice sounded very cold and full of emotion. Her eyes flashed with anger.

And for a moment, this strong reaction that Giana showed left Mr. Dawson completely stunned. He couldn't say anything for a while.

"What do you want?" Giana asked coldly, distracting Mr. Dawson by asking the purpose of his arrival.