My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 551

Xyla felt her world crashing down around her as she stared at Richard blankly with a look of disbelief. However, Richard showed neither guilt nor any uncharacteristic expression on his face—he was acting like he was talking about something insignificant. Without waiting for her to respond, he handed her a bag containing a low-cut evening dress and a set of sexy lingerie.

Then, he expressionlessly said to her, “I brought you a change of clothes from home. Also, Mr. Murphy doesn’t like using protection, so I prepared a morning-after pill for you. Here; take this 10,000. Why don’t you use it to get your hair done?

If you take good care of Mr. Murphy, he will definitely arrange more movie screening slots for you. Don’t worry; you will forever be my beloved wife. I will forget this incident. We still have a long future ahead of us.”

Listening to his cold and unfeeling words, the light in her eyes died out. Right now, my beloved husband is talking about betraying me in such an indifferent manner and acting like it has nothing to do with him! I can’t believe something like this is happening!

“This is the hotel key card. Give me an answer before 6 PM tomorrow. If you refuse to go, let me know early. I will arrange for somebody else to take your place. Mr. Murphy has been very busy lately, and not just anyone can get hold of the key card to his room.” Standing up, he patted her on the shoulder. “Xyla, this is the last chance I can get for you.”

After saying that, he picked up his briefcase and left without a hint of hesitation, leaving her behind as she stared at the cold key card in a daze. This is my last chance… If the movie becomes a hit, I have a chance to start over. But, if it fails to become a hit, I will suffer a fate worse than death!

Richard left the café, then he took out a wet cloth and wiped the hand he used to touch Xyla’s shoulder. After that, he threw the wet cloth into the trash can, got into the car, and instructed the driver to drive. Then, he called up a number. “Hello? Is this Mrs. Murphy? You don’t need to know who I am. I just wanted to tell you that your husband will be at Jade Spring Hotel, Room Number XXX tomorrow at 7 PM…”

At The Imperial, Sophia woke up at 6 AM. Even though she wanted to sleep in, it seemed like her biological clock was set firmly in stone—as soon as she opened her eyes at 6 AM, she couldn’t fall back asleep again. Thus, she got out of bed, washed her face, and brought the dog out for a walk. She also brought along her MP3 player to memorize foreign words. On the other hand, Michael chose to work out at home and deal with some work matters while he was at it.

It felt like the entire city was still asleep at 6 AM on a winter’s day. Similarly, The Imperial was silent too. Villa No. 8 and Villa No. 2 were the only buildings with lights on. Sophia trudged through the snow, stuffing her hands in her pocket as she walked the dog.

The wind that blew against her face was so cold that it hurt. If I had known, I would have asked Nicholas to walk the dog instead. The silly white-furred dog was growing bigger and bigger, but it was a sled dog after all—it was elated by the sight of snow.

While Sophia was walking the dog, Sarah suddenly called. “Sofie, what are you doing?”

“I’m walking the dog!”

Then, Sarah burst out impatiently, “Damn! Why are you walking the dog?! Hurry up and watch the news! Something big has happened! It’s massive!”

After hanging up, Sophia happened to walk the dog over to the security booth by the gate of the community. Then, she noticed that all the security guards were huddled together in excitement. Every one of them had a phone in their hand and seemed to be watching an important video.