My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Why Are You Hiding From Me?

Her brother had absolutely no privacy at home. To keep his wife from discovering the deed to his twenty-million-yuan house, he had secretly stashed it inside a ceiling panel in the bathroom. But now, his wife was standing right there, refusing to leave. He couldn’t retrieve it. All he could do was plead gently with her.

"I ate something bad for lunch, and now I have to go to the bathroom every few minutes. It was too much of a hassle outside, so I came home. Could you step out? I’ll be quick and leave right after."

Upon hearing his explanation, his wife finally, reluctantly, let him be.

June Archer locked the bathroom door. Once he sensed his wife had walked away, he stealthily climbed onto the washing machine and began prying at the ceiling panel. But it was fitted tightly, and the seams between the tiles were minuscule. Without a proper tool, he fumbled for a long time without success.

His wife waited a few minutes. When he still hadn’t emerged and she heard rustling sounds from within, she came close to the door again. "Are you using the toilet or taking a shower? I hear strange noises in there. What on earth are you doing?"

"Showering," he called out. "I accidentally got something on my pants and need to change. Could you be a dear and grab me a clean pair?"

A grown man getting crap on his pants? The thought alone was disgusting. His wife walked away, muttering curses under her breath.

He was running out of time. June Archer scrambled down from the washing machine, found the little razor his wife used for her eyebrows, and climbed back up. At last, he frantically managed to pry the panel loose. He had just pushed it back into place when his wife returned.

"Open up! Why is the door locked so tight? Afraid I’ll see something? With that pathetic body of yours, what’s there to look at? How am I supposed to give you the pants if you don’t open the door?"

With the property deed tucked under his armpit beneath his clothes, June Archer pulled the door open.

His wife had initially believed his story about an upset stomach and needing to change. But when the door opened, she saw the floor was perfectly dry. There wasn’t a single sign he’d showered. Moreover, the pants he was wearing were perfectly fine—not dirty, and they didn’t smell. She was instantly furious, realizing her husband had lied to her and was about to erupt.

But then, she had a second thought. "Alright, hurry up and change. I’ll go start dinner. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Anything. Whatever you feel like making."

June Archer hastily changed his pants, then quickly washed the pair he’d taken off by hand.

"Honey, I’m heading back out to work," he said. "I’ve already washed the pants and put them in the machine for a spin cycle. I’ll hang them up when I get back tonight."

But as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw that she hadn’t gone to prepare dinner at all. She was sitting on the sofa, clearly waiting for him.

Their eyes met. June Archer froze as his wife stood up, her face grim.

"June Archer, you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?" she sneered. "Your sister finds herself a capable husband, and suddenly your wings have hardened? You dare to lie to me now? Were you just taking a shower?"

June Archer was a terrible liar. In all their years of marriage, he’d never deceived his wife, so it was impossible not to be nervous. "Y-yes, I was. Didn’t I already tell you that?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she shrieked. "You’d better start talking before I really lose it! What did you actually come home for? And you secretly washed your own pants? What was on them? I’ll bet it wasn’t ’crap.’ It was something some other woman left behind, wasn’t it! Are you cheating on me?"

June Archer was about to defend himself, but his wife rushed at him, spitting venom. "Take a good look at yourself! When we met, your family was dirt poor and you were a cripple! If I hadn’t shown you mercy and married you, would you ever have gotten a wife? Had a son? Lived the good life you have now? You’ve had it good for just a few days and you’re already getting cocky! You’re inhuman!"

Her words made his skin crawl, and he took a step back. "How could I possibly be cheating on you? I work myself to death every day and just fall asleep when I get home. My phone doesn’t even have a passcode—you can check it whenever you want! I don’t have any money. How could I possibly cheat? Can you please stop letting your imagination run wild?"

"Do you think I *want* to think like this? It’s because you’re being so damn weird! Fine. Let’s say I believe you’re not cheating. Then tell me, what were you doing, sneaking around in the bathroom?"

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