It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 177: A LITTLE WHORE

Lucy Warmor was a person who had been working with Ramon Tordoff for a long time. So, it could be said that this kind of thing was not an open secret to people who have known him for a long time, because on various occasions those who invited Ramon Tordoff would pay attention to this. This was basic knowledge.

However, Hailee didn't know about it. Because, the only thing she knew about Ramon was the fact that her husband was a picky eater, but what kind of food he didn't exactly like, Hailee hadn't asked that yet.

So, this little thing annoyed her a little. Especially so, when they were in the presence of other people.

And when Ramon didn't show any reaction and just stared at her with a flat face.The few seconds that passed seemed so long that it made Hailee feel unsure if what she was doing right now was the right thing by forcing Ramon to eat food he didn't like just to save her face in front of the people in this meeting.

And when until the tenth second Ramon didn't give any signs that he was going to help Hailee, the smile on her lips faded and she slowly lowered the spoon, intending to get rid of the damn peppers.

However, what Hailee didn't expect was; Instead, Ramon grabbing her hand that was holding the spoon before pointing it to his lips, finally eating the food Hailee gave him, along with the said peppers he didn't like.

"Of course, I like it," said Ramon casually, then turned his attention to the eleven people in the meeting room who were still in awe and disbelief. "Continue the presentation."

And it was in that simple way that Ramon managed to save Hailee's face, making his wife able to brag in front of Lucy.

Not forgetting, Hailee glanced at the woman and gave the same mocking look, as Lucy gave her just a moment ago.

Oh, please… come on… Ramon's love for her was greater than his dislike for peppers!

Right?

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"So, where should I drop you off?" Zia asked Ian, who was sitting next to her. She was driving, cutting through a busy road with flickering lights illuminating the dark and slightly cloudy night.

"Just near the hospital," Ian replied. At first, he had insisted that he would just drive himself, but in reality, Zia didn't want to be driven. She needed to do something and keep her head focused, or else her thoughts would drift back to Aidan and that wasn't what Zia wanted to think about for now.

"Oh, visiting your sister?" Zia asked again. She knew the condition of Ian's sister who was sick and was now being treated intensively. "Aren't you going to the arena tonight?"

"Not going." Ian shook his head as he opened the seat belt that's wrapped across his body. " Ciara wants me to stop by. It has been a while since I saw her here because I was busy in the arena."

Right at that moment, Zia's cell phone started ringing, indicating that there was an incoming call and by just listening to the ring tone, Zia could already tell who was calling her.

Indeed, Zia personified special ringtone just for Aidan's phone calls.

However, instead of picking up the call, Zia gazed pensively at her cellphone screen which was still flickering until Ian nudged her shoulder to remind her that she had a phone call that needed to be answered.

With a little flustered face, Zia then put her still ringing cell phone back into her handbag and said casually to Ian, "Come on, let me accompany you inside, I have not seen Ciara in a long time either."

Even though Zia was not really close with Ian's little sister, but she had met her a few time in the past.

Seeing Zia's slightly odd attitude and behavior, Ian frowned, especially when this woman ignored the phone calls that were clearly still trying to get through.

Ian then glanced inside Zia's handbag and nodded. "Is it okay if you don't pick up that phone call? It seems important."

Zia didn't even glance in the direction Ian was pointing at, because after that she immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car, leaving Ian with no other choice but to follow her.

Woman is strange…

"Come on," said Zia again, who then took a step toward the hospital, passing through the parking lot which was quite crowded tonight.

Ian frowned. It seemed like there was someone Zia trying to avoid, but it was impossible for him to ask about the matter.

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Aidan's expression was unreadable as he stared at the screen of his cellphone. Zia didn't pick up his phone calls at all. Had she fallen asleep? Or did she just not hear?

Various questions raced in Aidan's mind regarding Zia's attitude.

Maybe, it was just him who was overthinking a little about their current situation. Wasn't it natural for Zia not to be always with her cellphone? Later when Zia saw his missed calls, the girl would definitely call Aidan back.

At least that's what he thought. Confirming the thought that Zia wasn't avoiding him anymore.

Although deep down, Aidan felt that there was something wrong with the way Zia was treating him.

"Why? Your little mistress doesn't pick up phone calls from you?" Giana's voice came from the door, then her figure appeared within Aidan's line of sight.

His wife looked haggard and tired. There were dark circles under her eyes that her expensive concealer couldn't cover.

However, there was something else that caught Aidan's attention, namely Giana's face. Her cheeks were swollen and red, like someone who had just been slapped hard. Or maybe that's what happened...

That was what made Aidan hold his tongue from shouting at Giana for insulting Zia.

"What's with your face?" Aidan asked. He then walked over to his wife, because after all, they had lived together as husband and wife for three years, so Aidan's concern could be validated.

It's just that, when Aidan wanted to take a closer and clearer look at the wound, Giana brushed his hand away and gave him a look full of scorn.

"There is no need to be attentive like that." Giana then walked away from Aidan, toward hershelf. "There is nothing we need to cover up now, therefore, stop your bad acting by pretending to be worried about me."

Aidan frowned, not liking the way Giana was talking to him. What's wrong with this woman? Wasn't this divorce her idea? Wasn't she the one who suggested this? Then, why did Giana look unhappy with the decision she made herself?

Aidan may be an analytical figure in the business world, but it was certain that he had a hard time understanding his complex relationship with the two women in his life. Especially understanding that their attitude was not the same as the curve of a stock's rise or fall.

"I am just asking who slapped you. That's all," Aidan growled as he returned Giana's words.

"My father," Giana replied briefly as she took out something from the shelf, a gray suitcase which she then carried into her walk- in- closet.

"Your father? Your father slapped you?" Aidan repeated Giana's words, but what his wife was doing now led Aidan to undo the questions he would ask regarding her and her father's problems. "What are you doing?"

Since there was no answer from Giana, Aidan walked into the walk- in closet, where he found the woman stuffing some clothes into her suitcase.

Seeing this, Aidan's frown deepened.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he walked over to Giana, who was crouching down to pick up her work blouses and put all the styles she liked in a suitcase as well as a few pieces of trousers.

"I am leaving," Giana still answered Aidan in curt sentences and didn't look at his face at all as she was busy with her own business.

However, this actually provoked Aidan's anger. He grabbed Giana's wrist to stop the woman's actions and forced her to look at him.

"What do you mean by you're leaving?!" Aidan's voice was a low growl of frustration mixed with annoyance as Giana was ignoring him.

On the other hand, Giana looked back at the man who was still her husband with the same sharp gaze. "Of course I'm leaving. Getting out of this house. To live in a different place. Leaving." Giana described it for him. "Do you understand now?" Giana's eyes challenged Aidan.

"Getting out of this house?!" Aidan hissed unhappily and this made his grip on Giana's wrist tighten. "Then where are you going?!"

Giana gave Aidan a mocking smile before she answered straightforwardly. "I have ten houses and several apartments in several cities. Maybe, I will choose one of those places to live in."

Yes, Aidan shouldn't have to worry about where Giana would live, as she was more than capable of handling herself.

"I also have enough money to rent a hotel room or apartment." Giana snorted and waved her hand away from Aidan's tight grip, this time the man let go. "There's no need to overthink about where I'll live."

After saying this, Giana returned to her initial busyness, namely tidying up her clothes, while Aidan could only watch what his wife was doing.

"You would make unnecessary headlines if the media found out about this," Aidan said in the same tone. He was really annoyed that Giana was acting on her own without considering the steps she was taking, or at least that's what Aidan thought.

"Why shouldit be covered up again? Isn't everything so clear? Sooner or later, they too will get news about this divorce. Isn't it faster, the better?" Giana glanced at Aidan fiercely. "I'm sick of being in this place and pretending I'm all right."

"Whatever you say!" Aidan was so angry over Giana's statement just now. It was true that their relationship hadended, but that didn't mean it was okay for Giana to cause new problems. "I hope you don't go to your personal assistant. Because, I don't want to be labeled as a man who was cheated by his own wife with only a personal assistant."

Aidan's last mocking sentence angered Giana.

Aidan had no right to say bad things about Dillon, when it is obvious that he was the cheating party himself!

"So, you want the media to know that I was being cheated on?!" Giana raised her voice a few octaves and stood up with her arms folded across her chest. A defensive attitude. "You think your affair is better than just a personal assistant? Your affair is just a little bitch who doesn't know herself!"

Giana said that with a very calm and emotionless face.