My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

The two of them looked at each other at the same time towards the entrance, Lilia quickly tidied up her nightgown and stood up jumping up and down. "Maybe it's Mellisa!"

The two of them would leave for Jakarta tomorrow, so her sister might want to meet her before leaving.

Lilia was excited in her heart, she quickly walked to the entrance to open the door. Outside, the cold night wind blew in with Chris' figure standing in front of her.

"Brother Chris?" Lilia hurriedly opened the door and invited him inside. Before closing it, she looked around. It seemed like he came alone.

Wasn't he still hurt?

Did he drive alone?

Lilia looked suspiciously at Chris' expressionless face. She then suppressed these anxious thoughts and invited him to the living room.

It could be seen that Chris was in a bad mood tonight.

There was a gloom on his handsome face that could not be ignored, darker than the night sky outside.

As Chris stepped into the living room, he immediately undid his shirt and dramatically sat across from Jean.

He lowered his head and saw the cup of tea on the table. Without saying much, he took a sip after taking it. However, he was suddenly shocked and cursed because his throat was scalded.

Lilia couldn't say anything.

"Dammit, why is the tea so hot?!" Chris was in a bad mood, he slammed the china cup on the table in anger, he furrowed his brows and cursed Jean.

This was... the law of karma!

Lilia didn't say a word, she sat quietly beside her husband and waited for him to speak.

As expected, the man squinted at Chris. Then he took another porcelain cup, poured tea, and handed it to Lilia.

After doing this, he was in no rush to speak. "If you want tea, buy it yourself!"

Chris choked, his thin lips squirmed several times but no sound came out.

Lilia seemed to have heard him vaguely swear. 'Brother Chris is in a really bad mood!'

'What's his problem that he's so angry and isn't afraid that his injured vein will burst again?' She continued to wonder.

Silence spread across the living room.

Not long after, Jean took a sip of his homemade herbal tea and looked at Chris. His face literally wrote that he was 'unhappy' with his guest. With a sigh, Jean calmly asked, "Did something happen that you came here at night?"

Hearing his voice, Chris lifted his legs in displeasure and snorted, "Can't I come if I'm okay?"

"Of course you can't! You're bothering us!" The man's tone was light.

Chris could only laugh angrily.

He lifted his leg and kicked the corner of the table. With his chin exposed, his face turned serious. "Jean, tell me, are we brothers?!"

Jean placed his teacup on the table and opened his eyes then looked at him. "What do you think?"

"I'm asking you!" Chris stretched out his fingertips and pointed at Jean again. "Tell me the truth, don't you think of me as a brother?!"

When Chris opened his mouth to ask that question, Lilia's face changed slightly.

She gave her husband a worried glance then sneaked a glance at Chris. Did Chris know the story behind the accident that happened to Sara? Did he come around at night just to ask about that problem?

Lilia was a little worried, they didn't want to hide anything, but the results of the investigation were still not over, so they shouldn't rush into conclusions. They couldn't just accuse Sasha without solid evidence.

At their meeting, she wondered if Chris would force Jean to confront Sasha.

While she was busy thinking about it, Jean said softly, "Of course!"

Chris nodded in satisfaction, and his expression softened a little. "Since I'm a brother, get Clifford back right away!"

Lilia was confused. "???"

'Why is Brother Chris talking about Clifford all of a sudden? Didn't he just take a day off?'

Then, she heard Chris grit his teeth and added. "Jean, I know you gave him a day off, but did you know he went to the United States? Argh!!!"

Lilia couldn't help but laugh when she realized the situation.

It turned out that her guess was wrong.

Clifford was indeed on vacation, could it be... he went to find Merry?

Hearing Lilia's laughter, Chris immediately gave her a fierce look. "Lilia, are you making fun of me?"

"Not!" Lilia coughed lightly and smiled, shaking her head seriously. "Brother Chris, do you want tea?"

"No!" Chris snorted, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned back on the sofa. 

After all, his heart was burning with fire!

He really didn't think it would turn out like this today!

While the Hartanto family was in turmoil and difficult times, he received news that Clifford had left for the United States. When he found out about the news half an hour ago, he could barely stop himself from destroying his room!

What was the man thinking about going to America?

Even though he wanted to catch up and beat him up, Chris was still recovering from a serious injury. Plus, his family was in trouble. Never mind going to the United States, even if he wanted to go to Mojokerto, he had to work hard!

Not only that, Merry clouded his mood by showing him a photo that she sent via cellphone. Apparently, Clifford took her to Universal Studios yesterday!

'What's so nice about the amusement park?'

'If you really like amusement parks, why don't you ask me to take you out first?'

A furious and anxious Chris hurried to the Lakeside Villa by himself. After all, if he didn't get Jean to order his bodyguard Clifford back today, he would go after him!

At this time, the man looked at Chris with his eyes narrowing, and his tone was slightly mocking. "Chris, watch your attitude."

Jean didn't even mind giving Clifford another half month off, but he didn't voice it out of respect for Chris' feelings.

Chris took a deep breath and wanted to answer. But suddenly, he saw Jean's deep and unpleasant brows. He turned to touch his nose and his voice softened. "Jean, please understand my feelings. I'm really angry with my useless self, I really miss Merry."

Lilia smiled faintly and shook her head, she didn't say anything.

'If you miss her, why are you angry?'

After staring into Jean's cold, sharp eyes, Chris could only give up and let out a breath.

Seeing the man's indifferent brows, Chris tried to calm himself by leaning on the sofa.

Jean stared at him, he raised his hand and sipped his tea. When he looked away, the conversation switched. "How's Alex?"

Chris' emotions came and went quickly, and when he heard his question, he straightened up. "He's okay. After a day of observation, he was discharged from the hospital last night."

"Good then." The man answered, and after making tea for Chris, he asked, "Sara had an accident, what will the Hartanto family do?"