His Domineering Lover novel Chapter 459

Tracey and Chana were reluctant to part with each other at the doorway as they hit it off. And Chana decided to take Tracey as her goddaughter if Wilson didn't marry Tracey.

"Let's go." Wilson was a little impatient. 'What dilatory women!'

"Oh, see you, Mrs. Wallace."

"Tracey, I will call you sometimes. Don't ignore my call!" Chana prompted seriously.

"You have my words, Mrs. Wallace." Tracey wore a faint smile on her face, as such kindness was long-lost in her life.

Tracey called Venus once on the day she arrived in the US. But that phone number on the business card was not Venus's.

An assistant, Erica, answered the call, informing Tracey that Venus would call back, but Tracey received none from yesterday to now.

Tracey should have known that the alienation of her mother was out of some purpose. Or, as Adam put it, she was protecting Tracey in her way.

But Venus was her mother anyway, and

Tracey missed her.

Today, Tracey indulged herself in maternal love, which was long-lost in her life, showed by Chana, and felt satisfied.

Therefore she ignored the taboo for gastritis and had more than enough food.

Tracey did so because she was overwhelmed by Ghana's enthusiasm, while on the other hand, it was the work of the psychological compensation.

The pain in her stomach was so severe that sweat poured off her forehead. Tracey was too emulous to tell Wilson how she felt.

She pretended to be calm and asked, "Mr. Wallace, you should be busy with work. When will you... beep, teach me?"

"What's wrong with you?" Wilson was sensitive and knew something wrong immediately.

"I'm fine." Tracey turned her head to look out of the window.

Wilson lost sight of her face and failed to find out her pain, "I don't work at night and on weekends."

"Then, thanks."

"You are welcome. I am glad to help." Wilson didn't know how to kill time.

"Mr. Wallace, please pull over here. I live here." The pain became beyond suffering when they arrived downstairs of Tracey's apartment.

"OK."

"Thanks for your help." Tracey got out of the car and tried to smile, which used up all her strength.

Wilson felt something wrong at the sight of her pale face full of sweat.

Tracey dragged forward, and Wilson saw her make a call.

"Steve, where are you?" Tracey would like to go to the hospital immediately but didn't feel like showing her white feather before the stranger, Wilson.

Therefore, she held on. Now she was away from Wilson and immediately called Steve for help.