My Supermodel Wife

At this dinner, everyone's conversation was very much under control.

Perhaps because of Alan's presence, most of the joking content has become unnourished.

In the middle of eating, Rachel accidentally yawned.

Alan, who was sitting next to her, immediately asked in a low voice, "Are you sleepy?"

Rachel smiled. "A little."

Alan looked at her deeply, and as he curled her lips, he suddenly said to Chris, "When are you coming home?"

"What's wrong?" Chris held his wine glass, his eyes were fixed on Rachel as if nothing had happened.

Alan did not speak frankly, but spoke meaningfully, "I'll be going first. Come back to the old house around nine."

Chris took a sip of red wine and replied nonchalantly, "Okay, see you at nine!"

When the words were finished, Alan immediately took the jacket behind Rachel's chair and handed it over in a gentle tone. "Let's go, I'll take you home first."

Oh, it turns out that he was going to send the woman home.

Lilia just sat on the opposite and watched them leave, she didn't even glance at them the whole time.

With so many people present, her friends didn't even say goodbye.

Just following Alan wholeheartedly, Rachel's eyes were glued to his figure.

Before the door to the room closed, Alan stood and nodded. "Thank you for the dinner today."

After they left, there was silence in front of the round table.

Lilia just stared at the water glass in her hand. Without even lifting her eyes, she could feel everyone's eyes on her.

"Lilia, are the two of them together?"

Tom is the type to be straightforward with his thoughts, so he can't hide much in his heart.

When he saw the two going together, he noticed that Alan was clearly concerned with Rachel though the woman seemed a bit reluctant.

Didn't the Hartanto family always like hot and beautiful women?

Is this a change in taste now?!

At this time, Tom's question caused Lilia to slowly raise her eyes.

Her nails were still swirling on the edge of the cup. When her lips lifted, her words were not clear. "Maybe."

It's just ...

She really didn't expect Rachel to sink so deep.

"Tom, you shouldn't ask her." At this time, Chris warned with a bad expression.

He drank the red wine in his glass in one fell swoop, his eyes looking dead.

In the second half of eating, the atmosphere is very sad.

Chris continued drinking alcohol silently, and soon his cheeks reddened.

"Jean, thanks for bringing up the matter with the land!"

After Alan left, Chris finally opened his heart and thanked him.

He pressed the corners of his lips tightly, but his expression did not subside at all.

Alan's attitude towards Rachel made him unhappy.

Rachel is Lilia's best friend, and regardless of her appearance or background, she's definitely not Alan's type.

By the way, he was expressing his thoughts to Rachel in public and his goals were too clear.

Alan actually started attacking those around them.

Rachel, Lilia's friend, is just as stupid!

Why can't she see that the man is only taking advantage of her?

Chris drank his wine, while Tom anxiously pressed his arm. "Chris, you drank too much."

"It's okay!" Chris flicked his wrist, and just as he was about to pick up the wine bottle, he heard Jean say, "Don't be so polite to me, let Clifford send you back to your family's house later."

"There's no need to..."

As soon as he refused, the man cut him off in an unquestionable tone. "Clifford has arrived."

Hearing this, Chris laughed at himself and nodded. "Okay, then I'll follow your arrangements."

They all understand that Jean is worried that Chris won't be able to handle it when he returns to his family's old home.

Even though the Hartanto family wouldn't do anything to him, it must still be difficult for Chris.

His family was already eyeing the land on the city's border, but because of Jean's intervention, they had to return it to Chris.

This alone was enough to make them furious.

Family… A place where there is a sense of kinship and affection, can turn violent in the face of interests.

...

At 8:10 PM, Chris took the lead by leaving the restaurant after drinking the pain-relieving tea from the kitchen.

That night, Clifford took his car back to the Hartanto family's house.

Tom and Alex didn't stay long either, they left one by one before half past nine.

In the room, Lilia looked at the man from the table.

Her eyes were very calm, with a hint of joy. "Alex's Van brand is not planning to participate in Paris Fashion Week this year. Did you already know it from the start?"

The man curled his thin lips and placed a piece of beef on his dinner plate. "No, I just found out."

Lilia couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, looking full of suspicion. "Is it true?"

Why is it hard for her to trust him with this one?!

The man laughed silently and gave Lilia a gentle look. Finally the supermodel didn't ask any more questions.

That night, they returned to the Lakeside Villa. After Lilia changed into the house clothes, they sat in the living room in a daze.

Even though she didn't say anything, Rachel still affected her mood.

At this moment, the cell phone that she had placed on the table rang.

She picked it up and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Dina sent her the news.

After looking at the screen for a while, she looked around for a bit and forwarded it on to Harold.

Tomorrow, the eighth day, she will be waiting for the so-called hot news on the Internet.

...

On the contrary, tonight was memorable for Rachel.

After she and Alan left the restaurant, the atmosphere became a little roomy in the man's car.

This excitement and soaring mood comes from Alan's concern for her.

She never expected that in front of so many people, he would gently pick up a jacket for her and take her home with care.

Rachel, who had endured so many adversities, once again felt warmth at being appreciated.

"Didn't you rest last night? Why were you sleepy before nine?"

As Alan drove away from the restaurant, he rolled his eyes and glanced at Rachel, who lowered her head and was delighted.

He could easily see her excitement, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly as her gaze deepened.

Rachel placed her hand on her lap and glanced at Alan. The dim light illuminates the outline of his face, making him look more handsome.

She answered softly. "I stayed up late to watch a TV series last night. I woke up a little earlier to go to work today, so I'm a little sleepy."

"What TV series do you watch?" Alan asked nonchalantly after looking in the rearview mirror.

Rachel thought the man wouldn't have cared about her life, but the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy as soon as she heard his response. "This is a very popular TV series these days. If you have time, we can watch it… Next time," Rachel started explaining the outline of the TV series to Alan, feeling so excited that she went out of control.

She spoke while looking at his face, and feeling that the whole world belonged to the two of them for a while, her heart became more and more difficult to control.