It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 175: HAILEE MUST DO SOMETHING

At this point, Giana didn't know what else to do or what could make her feel a little comfortable anymore. But for sure, finding herself not alone with Dillon beside her, made her sadness and disappointment with life seem a lot better and she could immediately relieve her anxiety.

Even though it took quite a long time, but during that very time, Dillon was also there, accompanying her without saying anything or judging the decisions that Giana had made, and that was actually what she needed right now.

Someone who didn't judge her...

That alone was enough...

She had enough judgment from everyone around her right now.

When Giana felt much better, she distanced herself from Dillon, while wiping the tears that still flowed from her eyes, a little harshly that left the make- up she was wearing a little messy.

Well, who would have thought that today would be filled with crying sessions like this? If Giana had expected it, then she would have prepared herself by wearing waterproof make- up.

"Are you feeling better now?" Dillon asked softly as he draped Giana's hair behind her shoulders and tucked the stray hairs behind her ear.

"Yeah, I feel a lot better," Giana said in a voice that sounded nasal while sobbing between her words.

"What do you want to do after this?" Dillon asked again as he leaned over the table and poured a glass of mineral water for Giana.

Giana didn't answer the question right away, but she still received the glass of mineral water from Dillon and took a small sip, feeling the freshness wet her throat that became sore and dry from crying too much.

Only after Giana finished half of it and felt her brain functions have returned, did she answer Dillon's question from earlier.

"Have you finished the documents I requested?" She asked, looking at the man who was looking at her worriedly.

On the other hand, Dillon sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes."

He actually didn't want to discuss this, especially after what happened to Giana because of the divorce suit.

However, in a situation like this, Dillon knew better than not to comment on that and let Giana do what she believed was right.

Maybe, what she was doing right now was the right thing to do.

"I want to see it," Giana said as she handed back the glass which was now empty to Dillon, before she leaned her head on the back of the sofa, looking so tired and messy, that Dillon had no other choice but to do what she wanted.

Dillon then walked to the small table in the corner of the room, where he put the document and returned to his earlier position, sitting beside Giana.

"Here," Dillon said as he placed the document on Giana's lap which made her open her eyes. "I just want you to know that I will always be by your side to support you..."

A faint frown appeared between Giana's brows and she smiled faintly at that statement.

"Thank you," she said briefly. Although the gratitude that Giana felt for what Dillon said just now, had far exceeded what she had shown him.

However, at least this was enough and knowing that she had Dillon beside her, was meaningful to Giana.

He was the only person that she had right now…

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"Hailee…" Zia leaned over so she could whisper to her cousin. "Do they always have to come with you?" Zia's frown deepened.

While beside her, Ian's face was already looking very sour, seeing how the four bodyguards were sitting at a table not far from them.

Needless to say, they were there on whose orders.

"You are being treated like a prisoner," Ian commented coldly as he glanced at the four bodyguards who were enjoying their coffee.

Even though the four of them tried not to appear conspicuous, of course it was difficult to do because of how they stood out.

"Who is going to hurt you in this office building owned by your husband?" Ian grumbled. "What did the rich man was even thinking?"

When Ian and Zia arrived at this office building and immediately headed to the cafe Hailee had told them to, they could see four bodyguards, walking behind Hailee and it didn't require someone smart to know what the bodyguards wanted.

Of course, they were here on Ramon Tordoff's orders to look after his wife, or to be more specific, to spy on her.

"I didn't know that the cold Ramon Tordoff could be so overprotective of the woman he loves," Zia said as she nudged Hailee's arm, teasing her cousin.

The corners of Hailee's lips twitched when she heard Zia's statement. "You think so?" She asked skeptically. Of course, Hailee knew the exact reason why Ramon insisted that the four bodyguards come with her.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hailee glanced at Ian, who was still grumbling, completely unaware that all of this was happening because of him.

Well, Hailee had to admit now that a jealous guy could be creepy and absurd.

Or maybe, it was just Ramon who was overreacting like this...

She have no idea…

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Aileen was now in the boutique, for fitting the clothes she would wear for her wedding which would be held in less than a month from now.

A simple wedding ceremony that was closed to the public and would only be attended by a few close relatives.

Of course, this was not the dream wedding Aileen wanted or imagined, especially after seeing how grand and luxurious Hailee's wedding party was, she wanted that and even more.

While biting her lip hard, Aileen looked at her appearance in the mirror and saw a reflection of herself staring back fiercely and full of disappointment.

This was not something Aileen wanted, but at this point, what else could she do?

She felt that she had again been beaten by Hailee and this kind of feeling was what Aileen didn't like the most.

"Where is Theo? Why isn't he here yet?" Mrs. Gevano suddenly appeared in the changing room and found only Aileen who was standing there, grooming herself in front of the mirror.

Immediately, when she heard the voice of her future mother- in- law, Aileen turned around with a sweet, innocent and charming smile etched on her lips.

"Mother, you have come," she said softly, walking up to Mrs. Gevano.

This move by Aileen made the wedding dress she was wearing swing around her body, making her look very graceful and gorgeous.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Gevano didn't appreciate this, because her focus right now was to find her son.

"Where is Theo?" She asked again in a curt tone. If it weren't for the fact that Aileen was pregnant with her future grand- child, then she wouldn't have allowed to this woman become a potential companion for Theodore.

"Oh, that…" Aileen looked fidgeting because she didn't know what to answer. "Theo said he had an important meeting, so he couldn't accompany me to fit the bride's clothes," said Aileen.

In fact, Theodore told her the reason yesterday and until now the man had not been able to be contacted. But, what other reasons could Aileen give to Mrs. Gevano, if not that?

"Don't want to accompany you to fit your wedding dress?" Mrs. Gevano stared at Aileen with the scorn that Aileen had grown accustomed to now. "Of course, he would feel that way."

After saying this, Mrs. Gevano turned around and intended to leave the room, but before that, she had time to say some more painful things to Aileen.

"That dress doesn't suit you." The middle- aged woman then glanced at Aileen over her shoulder with a snort of annoyance. "You have absolutely no idea how to dress properly. I will ask people to find a wedding dress that is more suitable for you."

Then Mrs. Gevano walked out of the room without even looking at Aileen, so she missed the opportunity to see the girl staring at her back sharply. And if glares could kill, then Aileen would happily try it on Mrs. Gevano.

After the door closed, Aileen gripped the hem of the wedding dress she was wearing hard until it broke the texture. Then, she took her cell phone that was in her small handbag and dialed the number she had memorized by heart.

Aileen's body trembled in anger as she waited for the person to pick up the call from her.

And it took three calls until the person she was tryingto talk to finally give up and stop ignoring her.

"What do you want?!" Came a sharp scolding sound when the telephone line finally went through.

"Is that how you should greet me?" Aileen gritted her teeth so hard that she could hear a chattering sound from her molars. "You think my threat is just a passing wind then?"

"Stop threatening me in such cheap ways." Aidan tightened his grip on the cellphone until his knuckles turned white. "Just say, what do you want?!"

"You know what I want." A cynical and sly smile appeared on the corner of Aileen's lips before she continued her words. "Shares of Tatum Jewelery and I will not bother you anymore."

There was no answer from the other side of the phone, indicating that Aidan was thinking, considering his decision.

And after three full minutes of silence, there was only one word he spoke before the line went dead.

"Okay."

And that one word was all Aileen needed to secure her position, be it in the Tatum family or in the Gevano family.

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Hailee glanced again at the clock on the wall, then toward the meeting room, and found the figure of Ramon who was listening to a presentation from an employee with an expressionless face.

Ramon's natural expression that he always showed whenever he was dealing with other people and this no longer made Hailee wonder or feel afraid.

In fact, now the wrinkles between the two eyebrows of the girl looked deeper.

After staring at her husband from behind the glass wall that connected to Ramon's office, her gaze fell onto the bento box that was just sitting in front of her.

"How long will it take for the meeting to be over?" Hailee asked Danny who happened to just come out of the conference room to get some of the files he needed.

Danny then stopped and answered Hailee in a doubtful voice. "Maybe in an hour or two." He was not sure about this.

"What?" Hailee sounded displeased with that answer. It was now nine o'clock in the evening and Ramon had not eaten anything, moreover he had to take his medicines.

Hailee had promised to pay attention to this, so she had to do something ...