My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 62

A two-piece, cutout bikini...

Was this really not lingerie disguised as swimwear?

Wendy took a deep breath, pulled the swimsuit out, laid it flat on her bed, and snapped a picture to send to Jade.

Wendy: [You're telling me these are matching bestie suits?]

Jade had already anticipated exactly what Wendy's reaction would be.

Jade: [Image]

Jade: [Image]

Jade: [Image]

Three photos came through. One was a screenshot of the product keywords, and the other two were customer reviews showing best friends wearing them together.

Jade: [This is just what swimsuits look like now. It's because you're stuck in conservative scrubs all day, babe.]

Conservative scrubs, my foot...

Wendy furiously typed her reply.

But Jade beat her to it: [Babe, beautiful clothes are meant for beauties! You're gorgeous—don't be afraid to show it off!]

Jade: [Besides, you guys are in a secret marriage. Sampson isn't even going to see you in it.]

That last sentence actually provided Wendy with some comfort.

The thought of wearing this bikini in front of Sampson was genuinely embarrassing.

The sounds in the kitchen quieted down.

Wendy hurriedly tucked the swimsuit away and went out to eat.

After eating bland hospital cafeteria food for over a week, Sampson had whipped up two incredibly spicy dishes for dinner.

He paired them with a savory meatball and vegetable soup.

The broth was clear, the meatballs were tender, and the vegetables had been thrown in at the perfect moment, retaining a satisfying crunch.

She hadn't expected Sampson to be such a fantastic cook.

Wendy couldn't help but praise him. "Director Sanders, is there anything you can't do?"

Sampson looked up from adjusting his cuffs.

"From now on, you handle breakfast, and I'll make dinner."

"Dr. Sanders, where's your wife? You didn't bring her along?"

Riley and Wendy were sitting directly behind Wesley.

With Wesley's booming voice, every single person on the bus turned their heads to look.

They were all incredibly curious about the director's wife!

What kind of woman must she be to remain so composed and utterly invisible, even after her husband was caught up in rumors with other women at the hospital?

And more importantly! Dr. Sanders was a top cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. Just how extraordinary did Mrs. Sanders have to be to lock down a catch like him?!

And now she didn't even show up?

Didn't he say he had to report to her if he was going to be late?

Refusing to give up, Wesley stretched his neck to peek behind Sampson again.

Sampson's tone was completely indifferent. "My wife has her own company retreat."

The moment Sampson uttered those words, Riley squeezed Wendy's hand so hard it hurt!

She nearly yelped out loud.