Chapter 752 It's Natural For A Husband To Love His Wife

"Mr. Willie, Miss Gia..."

As it was very close to him, Hilary could hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

As soon as Willie let go of her hand, there was a sudden distance between the two.

Hilary lowered her eyes and looked away, deliberately preventing herself from listening to him on the phone.

"Okay."

The man hung up the phone, and his cold eyes were filled with coldness.

"What happened?"

Hilary wanted to ask who Miss Gia was, but she had to change her words.

"We'll come back tonight."

In a word, he successfully choked Hilary. When Willie said the two words "come back", Hilary was stunned at the first time. When she reacted, she felt a little bitter and bitter in her heart.

All of a sudden, she was taken aback. Why would she care?

Without further explanation and words, the two of them went back to the hotel to pack up and boarded the plane back.

She was in the romantic Paris a second ago, and the next moment she was flying back to the Jin City. The honeymoon trip was only two days.

Willie hadn't shown up in front of her for three days since they came back.

In the empty villa, only Lena accompanied her.

Hilary suddenly felt as if she had fallen from heaven to hell. This feeling was very uncomfortable.

Miss Gia...

If she didn't mishear, that woman's surname was Bai. When Hilary found a private detective to investigate, she knew that there had been a woman accompanying Willie abroad in the past two years.

Although she couldn't find out the identity of that woman, that woman must be the one who could make Willie care so much.

"Mrs. Hilary, you can call Mr. Willie."

Lena seemed to have noticed that Hilary was absent-minded in the past two days. Yes, they had only been married for a few days, but her husband was not by her side. Which woman would be happy?

"No need. Maybe he is busy now."

Hilary smiled awkwardly. She was not a person who liked to hide. It was easy to detect her joy, anger and sadness.

Was it obvious that she was unhappy?

"Lena, you can call me Hil at home from now on. Don't regard me as an outsider."

Besides, it was strange to be called Mrs. Hilary...

"Well, well..." Lena seemed to be in a dilemma. Although she had been here for a long time, she couldn't forget the rules.

"By the way, Aunt Lena, can you teach me how to cook?"

Hilary, who didn't even enter the kitchen once, wanted to learn to cook. She herself was frightened by this idea.

But on second thought, if she could cook dinner for her family every day as her mother did, she would be very happy.

On the third day without Willie, she stayed in the kitchen for the whole afternoon.

"Well, it's so difficult!"

Hilary heaved a long sigh. It was difficult to cut vegetables just by learning how to cut them. Looking at the weirdly cut vegetables, she didn't know what would happen after she put them in the pot.

According to Lena's instruction, the boiling oil splashed as soon as the dishes were placed in the pot.

"Ouch!"

She gritted her teeth to resist the heat on the back of her hand. She felt like weeping but had no tears.

"Mrs. Hilary, forget it. Your hands have already..."

It had been the whole afternoon, and Lena finally realized what stubbornness was.

Hilary was totally different from other noble girls. She didn't care about the pain of being burnt at all. She didn't admit defeat again and again.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of pain." Hilary kept staring at the pot, bit her lower lip and turned the turner carefully.

Lena shook her head helplessly. What if Mr. Willie knew...

She left the k

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May?

"You are shy."

Alice felt relieved to see her daughter live a good life.

Hilary smiled and glanced around the room. It was the same as before.

"By the way, I made soup for you." Alice stood up and was about to go to the kitchen.

"No, mom."

"You should take good care of yourself. You can't drink it often in the future."

There was only Hilary left in the room. She sat quietly with a faint smile, waiting for her mother to carefully cook the soup.

She lowered her eyes and thought of something. Then she looked up at the desk in front of the window.

Hilary walked closer and opened one of the small cabinets. The white brocade box was quietly lying inside.

When she opened the brocade box, the four leaf herb bracelet, which represented luck, flickered with white light. The scene that the man had personally worn the bracelet for her flashed through her mind. It was such a beautiful scene.

She smiled with self mockery. Hilary, why were you still thinking about that man? Huh...

"Who sent it?"

A cold voice interrupted the past. Hilary immediately closed the brocade box, covered her expression and replied in a deep voice.

"I forgot who sent it."

Forget it?

A smile appeared on Willie's face, but his cold eyes were still fixed on her. Liar!

"Really?" He asked in a soft voice. His slender fingers swept across her palm, opened the brocade box from her hand, and took out the bracelet.

Hilary was a little nervous. Judging from the expression on his face, it was hard to tell what he was feeling now.

But in the next second, she understood immediately.

The Silver White Bracelet flashed in front of her eyes, and a perfect arc was thrown out of the window.

It happened so fast that Hilary was stunned.

"The past should be thrown away."

The man's cold words brought her back to her senses. She reached out her body and looked through the window.

"How can you..."

She wanted to say something, but when she looked at the green lawn outside the window, she couldn't see the white light.

"You did it on purpose!"

She turned around and glared at him. How could he throw her things away so casually!

"Didn't you say that you forgot it? Why are you in such a hurry?" He reached out, held her slender waist and pulled her into his arms so that she could get close to him. His big palm tightly clasped her back.

"Or, are you lying to me?"