It’s Hard To Control My Naughty Wife!

Giana found herself at a bar, facing her second glass which she downed in the next moment guiltlessly.

No, actually the guilt was eating away at her like insects swarming a carcass.

Giana didn't mean to hurt herself nor did she do this on purpose considering that her body wasn't just hers now.

However, she needed this alcohol to escape the emotional overdrive she was suffocating from. Pain, frustration, hopelessness and various kinds of feelings were raging in her mind. She just wanted to forget all that for a moment.

She used to have Dillon, who would listen to all her complaints. Before, Giana could do whatever she wanted, because she knew Dillon would be there for her. But now, she couldn't do that.

Because Dillon was the new source of trouble in her life…

Dillon wanted this child, but Giana didn't. She still hadn't decided what to do with her pregnancy and every time she was around Dillon and with the way he was treating her, she felt cornered. She couldn't even breathe properly.

All the attention Dillon giving to Giana was too much for her and she couldn't even express how she felt.

Especially when Dillon had been talking about selecting a name as well as everything to do with their baby's future.

Not only that, Dillon also took over most of the work, leaving Giana with a lot of freetime on her hands.

Dillon didn't want Giana to be too tired because it wasn't good for her during the early months of pregnancy.

Giana's phone vibrated again just as she asked the bartender to refill her glass, and Giana didn't even have to look at her phone to know who was calling her.

"Why don't you pick up your phone call?" A young man, who suddenly approached Giana, asked her. He then sat down next to the woman and ordered a drink.

Giana didn't respond to the man's question and took another sip of her drink.

"You don't seem in a good mood," the man said again, trying to start a conversation with Giana.

But, sadly, his efforts didn't produce the results he wanted because in the next second, Giana got off the barstool and walked elsewhere.

She didn't want to be disturbed.

Seeing this, the man could only click his tongue and watch Giana's wobbly movements which seemed to indicate that she had been affected by alcohol...

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Hailee was watching Ramon who was changing clothes from the bed. Her hair still looked tousled while her eyes were still droopy, but the scene in front of her was too good to miss.

After Ramon finished putting on his clothes, he walked over to Hailee and handed his wife a dark blue tie, silently asking her to put it on for him.

"Ah, I don't like it," Hailee grumbled as she hung the tie around Ramon's neck.

"Hmm?" Ramon raised his eyebrows. "What don't you like?" he asked curiously. It was very rare for Hailee to say something like this, especially with a frowning expression on her face.

"I don't like the clothes you're wearing," Hailee said with a pout. Now, she was proficient in tying Ramon's tie. She was done with it in less than two minutes.

"You don't like this dress?" Ramon was sure that he had worn this outfit before and Hailee didn't protest at all, so what was different this time?

"Yeah, I don't like it," Hailee replied, spoiled. She then wrapped her arms around Ramon's neck and lifted her head so that she could see Ramon more clearly.

"What don't you like, beautiful?" Ramon asked as he hugged Hailee's slender waist. He lowered his head so he could kiss her forehead. Ramon always liked how his wife looked in the morning, and how Hailee looked at him with sleepy eyes and messy hair. "Should I change into another one?"

Ramon had absolutely no problem with changing his clothes if Hailee wasn't happy, if necessary, he wouldn't wear those clothes again.

"I don't like the fabric, I don't like the color, I don't like the size," Hailee then said a series of nonsensical words, which made Ramon frown, because it sounded like a far-fetched excuse.

"Then which clothes do you want me to wear?" Ramon asked patiently after listening to Hailee's ranting. He couldn't see if she was joking, teasing him like usual or if she was serious when she said that.

And a smile appeared on Hailee's lips when she heard Ramon's question, which she had been waiting for. Hailee then tiptoed and grabbed Ramon's neck so he could lean closer to her. "I prefer it if you don't wear anything," Hailee whispered into Ramon's ear and kissed his neck.

As expected, his wife was really naughty…

"I don't mind wearing nothing to work if that's what makes you happy," Ramon whispered into Hailee's ear and kissed her neck. "Do you mind if other women see my body?"

Hearing that, Hailee scowled. "Try it if you dare to do that."

Ramon laughed at Hailee's facial expression. "Didn't you want that Mrs. Tordoff? I will do anything to make you happy."

Hailee thought about that last sentence a little more seriously. "Really?"

"Is there something you want?" Ramon asked immediately.

"You," Hailee replied briefly, and as soon as the answer left her lips, Ramon pushed Hailee's body onto the bed.

"With pleasure," Ramon said in his hoarse and dangerous voice, but Hailee raised both her hands, asking Ramon to stop. "What?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Hailee said quickly. "Why is your mind so dirty?" she grumbled.

And that last sentence made Ramon groan in annoyance. Hadn't Hailee been the one with dirty thoughts all this time?

Well, they both could be said to hold the same record…

"Then what do you want?"

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"I prefer to continue our previous activities," Ramon grumbled when he found out where Hailee intended to take him.

"Come on, don't be like that," said Hailee. She laughed at Ramon's expression.

Today, Hailee asked Ramon to take time off from work. After what had happened recently and how stressful the problems they had been through, it seemed like a day of vacation wasn't too much of a stretch.

And just as Ramon said before, he indeed kept his word, about granting any of Hailee's wishes.

But, if he had to choose, Ramon would prefer for them to spend time in their own room alone, cuddling and doing other interesting activities.

"I want us to go back home and be alone in our room," Ramon said as he hugged Hailee's body and rested his head on his wife's shoulder.

"We've spent a lot of time in our room, it's time we get some fresh air outside." Actually, the idea of ​​spending time in a room alone with Ramon wasn't bad, but Hailee really wanted to do this activity. "We have to move our bodies too."

"Does your body move less when we're in the room?" Ramon shot back a sentence that had a double meaning. "I didn't know you weren't moving enough when we were in the room, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Hailee could feel her face turning red when Ramon said that, she slapped Ramon's hand in annoyance to warn her husband of this.

Meanwhile, behind the wheel, David could feel his ears getting hot when he heard Ramon's words. Although the words were said quietly, but still in this silent car, Ramon's voice was as clear as it could possibly get.

On the other hand, Barry looked shocked. Now he realized why Pyro and David had argued not to be in the same car with Mr. and Mrs. Tordoff, while Barry had absolutely no problem with that, because he didn't know that something like this would happen…

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Giana woke up from her sleep with a sore head, her vision hazy and she felt the morning sun hurt her eyes.

But when she was about to pull the blanket back up, she found Dillon, who was standing beside her bed, watching her.

"My head hurts," Giana mumbled. She groaned and closed her eyes again.

However, she couldn't go back to sleep, because she could feel Dillon's sharp eyes, which were staring at her very intensely.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't sleep," Giana grumbled, but Dillon didn't give any response, nor did he move away from where he was standing. "What is it?" Giana asked irritably. She rubbed her face roughly.

"You really intend to kill the child?" Dillon's question sounded very cold and unfeeling.

Last night, he found Giana coming home half drunk and from the smell of alcohol that wafted from her mouth, he knew that this woman hadn't just stopped at two or three glasses.

Didn't she realize that she was pregnant? Or maybe Giana was purposely forgetting about it?

Hearing that question, Giana knew what she was going to face and immediately felt very tired.

"Stop that. We'll talk about that later." Giana tried to pull the covers back up again, and although she didn't seem able to go back to sleep, at least she could pretend she was, to avoid Dillon.

Giana knew what she was doing was wrong, but sometimes, what you know didn't align with logic and feelings at all.

But, Dillon didn't just leave her alone. He still stood there and said what he wanted to say, whether Giana wanted to hear it or not.

"If you really don't want the baby. Just give birth to the baby and I'll take care of it. And if you don't want me either, then I will leave your life with my child." Dillon had considered this. "That is my child. I have rights to the baby."

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