It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Dillon was awakened by the loud sound of the bell from the intercom in his apartment which was repeatedly pressed by someone, indicating that this guest was hell bent on waking him from his deep sleep.

What the hell is wrong with this person!

Grumbling and rolling out of bed, Dillon then stumbled toward the intercom near the door of his apartment.

With an irritated expression and sleepy eyes, he rubbed his face roughly to bring back some of his consciousness.

But, it seemed that that was no longer needed, because as soon as he saw who the guest that came to his apartment this late at night, the remnants of his sleepiness disappeared and a name left his lips in surprise.

"Giana?" The frown on his forehead deepened, because he saw the woman came alone, and from her expression, it seemed that Giana was not in a good mood, it could also be seen from how she pressed the bell button on the intercom without pause.

Well, she had been in bad mood since she met her father…

Then without waiting for Giana to break the poor intercom, Dillon immediately pressed a button so that the woman could enter the apartment building.

Only then did the ringing of the bell stop.

And it didn't take long for Giana to knock on the door of Dillon's apartment and he opened it, welcoming her with a confused expression.

"What happened? Why are you here?" Dillon then followed Giana inside after confirming that the apartment was locked properly. "It is past midnight."

He glanced at the wall clock nailed to the living room wall, then where Giana had been sitting on the sofa, the same place he had sat a few days ago, when he had just woken up from a hangover.

Giana sat with her head leaning against the back of the sofa before closing her eyes and exhaled tiredly.

She actually didn't know why she chose Dillon's house as her destination, even though on the way here, she drove past several hotels and two apartments that belonged to her, but somehow Giana didn't stop at any one of those places and instead chose to be here...

This all felt very strange to Giana, but somehow Dillon's apartment was the only place she could think of.

Maybe because Giana knew that Dillon would be in his apartment, so she wouldn't feel alone, that way, Giana wouldn't feel like being a loser anymore.

Giana had to admit that she needed someone to accompany her and Dillon was the only person she had now, someone she felt comfortable and safe with.

"So, do you want to say what's the reason for you to be coming to my apartment at a time like this?" Dillon asked as he walked over to the sofa and slumped himself beside Giana. His hand lifted, then the man gently massaged his temples which started throbbing. "Is Aidan giving you trouble again?"

"I decided to leave the house," Giana said in a tired tone, she then followed what Dillon was doing, massaging her aching temples, still with her eyes closed. "I will stay here for a while." She decided.

"What?!" This time Dillon exclaimed, with his eyes wide open when he heard Giana's final statement. If this woman's problem was about leaving her house, Dillon was not at all surprised, given how tough Giana was, the option to leave the house must have been the first thing that came to her mind, but… "What do you mean you are going to stay at my place for a while? "

"You are overreacting." Giana glanced at Dillon with a critical look, before she closed her eyes again. "I am only going to stay here for a few days until you find an empty flat, available for renting in this building."

Hearing that deepened the wrinkles between Dillon's eyebrows even more. "Why does it have to be in this building?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Yes, because I like the atmosphere in this building," Giana answered casually, as if she didn't really think more about it, because she actually didn't understand why she wanted to live in this apartment building either.

Maybe, because Giana didn't want to feel alone. She was lonely, and this feeling was what Giana had tried to brush off from the very beginning she felt it. When she witnessed with her own eyes the marriage of Ramon and Hailee, as well as her marriage which was now coming to an end...

"You are so unreasonable, Giana," Dillon complained at Giana's attitude which was sometimes very difficult to understand.

"Stop commenting on me," Giana grumbled. "I have driven a lot to come here, at least you can clean up the guest room which I used to sleep at that time. I am tired and want to lie down."

This time it was Dillon who grumbled, but in the end, what choice did he have but to comply with this woman's request?

And this would be Giana's second night sleeping in Dillon's apartment...

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Hailee woke up very late in the morning and therefore it was certain that Ramon had already left for work a few hours ago.

With a heavy head and aching hips, Hailee forced herself to sit up, rubbing her face roughly, hoping to get rid of the sleepiness that still plagued her, although it couldn't be said that she lacked sleep, but last night's activities drained her energy.

Well, please note that Hailee didn't complain about that one part at all...

A shy smile blossomed on her lips as she remembered what happened last night. Too bad, Ramon wasn't there to see the look on his wife's face.

With laziness and sleepiness still clinging to her eyes, Hailee got out of the bed, because her stomach was so empty. She wanted to eat something.

After that, Hailee put on her robe to cover her nightwear that looked too sexy for anyone but Ramon to see, then walked down to the kitchen.

However, before Hailee could have the chance to say what she wanted for breakfast, or you could say lunch because it was almost noon, Martha came with a golden envelope, which she then handed over to Hailee.

"What is this?" Hailee asked in bewilderment, taking the envelope that looked like an exclusive invitation card written in red ink, from Martha's hand.

"This is an invitation to a fashion show for Mrs. Tordoff from Margaretha Lamos," Martha informed her in a pleased voice. It seemed that she already knew what the invitation was for. "Not many people get an exclusive invitation like that," she added.

Hailee looked at the invitation, which looked beautiful and elegant, before unwrapping the thin plastic wrap covering it and opening the invitation, which was designed like a booklet, and consisted of only five sheets of paper.

Each paper provided information about what sort of events would be held, dress code, folder and the time of the event.

Hailee didn't give an exaggerated reaction or a happy expression like what emitted by Martha, so because of that, the butler looked a little confused. Wondering if Hailee knew what the golden invitation meant.

"Mrs. Tordoff, you are invited to a fashion show that is being hosted by Margaretha Lamos!" Martha shrieked happily, as if that beautiful invitation was for her.

It's just that, Hailee didn't seem as enthusiastic as the butler, therefore, this was what puzzled Martha.

"Yes, I already know about this fashion show…" Hailee said while thinking about what she wanted for her lunch, while one of the servants had been waiting for her orders. "Mrs. Lamos has already told me about this when I went to the fitting of my wedding dress then." Then Hailee mentioned the food she wanted to eat, to which the maid nodded at her and immediately went to make what Hailee wanted.

Actually this was not news for Hailee, but still there was one thing that left Hailee very curious.

"Martha, can you do something for me?" Hailee asked hopefully, looking at Martha with a look full of hope and not forgetting her cute smile.

"Yes, what is it, Mrs. Tordoff?" Hailee liked how she was being called now. Mrs. Tordoff...

"Can you check, who will be on the list for the fashion show later?" Hailee asked, she wanted to know which socialites would be invited to the event.

However, the truth was, there were some specific people Hailee wanted to confirm if she would meet them later.

Well, Hailee had to be prepared for little surprises like that. She didn't want to attend a fashion show that might turn into a disastrous encounter due to lack of preparation.

"Of course," Martha said, although a little confused but, getting a list of the names of people who would be present at such a big event, was not a difficult matter.

After that, Martha went out of the kitchen, while Hailee waited for her lunch with a growling stomach.

Ugh! She is really hungry ...

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As it was late afternoon, Aileen came out of her office, heading for the car park to return home.

Today was a really tiring day, because the problems with their investors regarding the diamond ring that George bought, were still not quite resolved.

Those investors were still dissatisfied with George's careless actions and sent their company stock lower, because they could be said they had offended someone important like Ramon Tordoff.

This could not be tolerated, because if it was not resolved quickly, then Aileen and George would not have another chance to take Tatum jewelery from Hailee and Ramon's hands if they make a move to take over the company.

Unfortunately, seeing their current condition, Aileen felt pessimistic that she and George could compete with Hailee, who had Ramon behind her.

Even now, those self- conscious share holders were brave enough to discuss the possibility that their company would be handled by Ramon Tordoff, or better yet, if their company could be on the same flag as Tordoff, because after all Hailee was already Mrs. Tordoff, so there's nothing wrong with that idea.

If that happened, then they could be sure that they would not only survive the abyss of bankruptcy, but would also succeed in increasing their share price.

Yes! Of course what they have in mind were only profits and advantages.

Now, Aileen could only grit her teeth in annoyance.

However, before she could start her car and drive home, she heardher cell phone ringing.

With one hand, Aileen then took out the flat object from her handbag and looked happy because the one calling was Theodore…

Finally, the man called her.

"Hello?" Aileen greeted gently.

"Meet me at the usual place," Theodore said without his usual greeting or calm tone.

Theodore sounded huffed and in a hurry. What's the matter?