Chapter 8 My Husband Is Too Scheming

It was very late when they came back in the evening. Because of the new look, Gracie didn't talk to Terrell all the way.

The domineering and tyrannical barbarian.

He didn't allow her to wear the metallic lipstick, but she insisted.

All the servants in the villa were waiting at the door, which made Gracie sleepless.

This was the first time that Gracie had been treated like this by all the servants since she came to the Gu family.

She took a look at the man beside her and wondered if she had taken advantage of him.

However, Gracie didn't think it was a good thing. After getting out of the car, she said, "I'm sleepy, uncle Terrell. Mia, Carter, please ask someone to take good care of uncle Terrell. Madison said that he can't be neglected."

Then she ran away in a flash.

When Gracie was taking a shower in the bathroom, a maid knocked on the door and said, "Mrs. Gracie, Mr. Terrell is a germophobe. He wouldn't let anyone to serve him at all. He asked you to serve him in person."

"I don't have time. I'm too tired to go. He can do it himself."

"Mr. Terrell has said that if you don't go there, he will come to you..."

"Well, please ask uncle Terrell to wait for a moment. I'll go after the shower." Gracie even had the intention of killing.

While the man had already taken a shower, and his long fingers were turning over the files Jacob had brought.

It recorded everything that had happened to Gracie during the three years when he had been absent.

"Find out all the information about Frank, especially the reason why he approached Gracie and who is behind him."

"Yes sir."

Terence didn't think that Frank really loved Gracie. Thinking of the woman's tearful face in front of him today, his heart ached so much.

Even if he didn't love her anymore, he didn't want others to hurt her.

What Frank had done had crossed his bottom line.

"Sir, it's not good for you to live in the villa like this. What if Mr. Terence and you appear at the same time?"

"Don't worry. The Gu family don't have the guts to question me. Moreover, as for Terence, among so many people in the Gu family, no one really cares about him and nobody will notice it."

"Then how about Mrs. Ling..."

"That cute little girl was even less likely to find out."

Thinking of the scene that the little girl blocked him in the men's room today, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, I'm going back to Terence's room. You stay here and watch. Don't let anyone break in."

"Mr. Terrell, what should I do if that Mrs. Ling comes over later?"

"Don't worry. She won't come here obediently."

Terence knew that the little girl would never serve her uncle so obediently. He returned to the identity of her husband and waited for her in the bedroom.

As Terence expected, as soon as he got into bed, he heard someone sneaking in.

Gracie didn't even finish the bath, she came over with soap foam all over and a bath towel wrapping her body. There was no one in the corridor at night.

Halfway through the bath, she ran to the bathroom of the master bedroom and continued to bathe.

Gracie finished her bath and was embarrassed to find that she hadn't brought her pajamas. She cursed that bad guy, Terrell, in the bathroom.

She ran to the wardrobe to find some clothes. There were only men's clothes in the wardrobe. She took a white shirt and looked at the man on the bed. The vegetative husband couldn't see her anyway, so he wouldn't know that she stole his clothes to wear.

It was late at night. The man on the bed didn't fall asleep, but stared at the woman in the bedroom running back and forth.

In the early morning, inside the ingenious villa, it was bright and beautiful.

When Gracie turned over, she felt a chill. She buried her head in the quilt and found that she was only wearing thin clothes. She almost cried out.

She stared at the man on the bed for a few seconds.

The man beside her was as clean and fair as exquisite white porcelain, and his features were as delicate as paintings. His eyes were closed, and he was quiet as if he was asleep.

This time, she was sure that she was wearing clothes last night and was still sleeping on the sofa in the bedroom in case of uncle Terrell the lecher. But what was going on now?

Gracie tried to shake the man on the bed a few times, but there was no response. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. It was good for her husband who was in a vegetative state to save her from embarrassment.

Then she put on her clothes, fearing that the servants in the villa would gossip about her, and helped the unconscious man change the clothes that had been wrinkled by her.

The man's skin was even better than hers, tight and smooth. Although he had been sick for so many years, he was not as haggard as she had imagined.

Although he was a little thin, he had a good figure.

The change of clothes made Gracie gasp for breath. Finally, it was finished and she simply lay on his chest to have a rest.

And then Gracie was at a loss... She jumped up and went to find the family doctor.

"Doctor Lu, my husband seems to have moved just now. He seems to have a fever. Is he..."

Alfred pretended to open Terence's eyelids and checked, and then said to Gracie, "Don't worry. Mr. Terence is fine. Could you please go out first? I'll do an in-depth examination and reply to you later."

After Gracie went out and closed the door, the man on the bed, who had endured for a long time, quickly jumped out of the bed and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Fifteen minutes later, Terence came out with a bath towel and his hair dripping with water.

"It seems that you have really recovered without treatment."

Instead of replying to Alfred, Terence asked, "How are you going to explain it to her?"

"Normal physiological reaction." Thinking of something, Alfred smiled, "Mr. Terence, you brought her back this time and said you want to punish her. But I think you are punishing yourself, aren't you?"

Terence wiped his hair and threw the towel directly on Alfred's face, "Shut up."

Terence poured himself a glass of wine, "Get out."

"Remember what you said. You won't touch her even if you die. I'd like to see how long you can hold it back." Alfred left on his own.

Terence drank up the wine in one gulp. As her husband, he couldn't touch her for her good, but as her uncle Terrell, he could do whatever he wanted.

No matter who he was, this woman would never be able to escape from his palm.

'You little thing, how dare you flirt with me in the early morning? I'll teach you a lesson today!'!