A Crazy Wife

Chapter 39 Long live for sisters

Before Chester Shahbaz returns to his mind, a pair of hands have touched his chest.

"Don’t you want me to take care of you?"

He hears a little murmur in front of his chest with some resentment.

He is about to shout, but he controls himself. With his eyes sinking, he looks at her quietly and sees her

unbutton his pajama.

Probably because he has been indoors for many years, Chester Shahbaz's skin is white, but his

physique is very strong. Although it's not the first time to see his skin, it's the first time to observe his

chest muscles at such a close distance in bed.

Hannah Joseph's hand holding the shirt suddenly tightens a little, and her heart beats rapidly.

"Have you seen enough?"

There is a cold voice overhead.

She releases her hand in a hurry. "What did I see? Is there anything to see? You… take it off yourself."

Chester Shahbaz doesn’t make a fuss with her, so he takes off the sleeve on the injured side.

With her cheeks burning, Hannah Joseph doesn’t dare to look casually. She simply lowers her head to

change medicine on his arm honestly and follows the method of debridement in memory.

"It's the same as before. You can't touch water. You don't need to bandage the wound after it's scabby,

but it will itch. Don't touch it at that time."

Chester Shahbaz says nothing but “Hum”.

"No thanks?" Hannah Joseph takes a look at him.

"It is because of saving you."

"Those people obviously aim at you." Hannah Joseph raises her eyebrows. "Obviously, I'm your

companion. If I don't stand with you, I'll be fine. It is also because of you that I get my knee hurt!"

With that, Hannah Joseph lifts her nightdress and shows her white legs and purple knees.

When she was pushed away by Chester Shahbaz that day, she bumped on the curb directly. At that

time, she didn’t care about it.

With his eyes changing a little, Chester Shahbaz turns his head unhappily.

"What are you doing? Do you want to pretend not to see it? My knees are hurt badly, but you turn a

blind eye. You are lying to yourself!"

Chester Shahbaz's eyebrows leap as he listens, reminding her.

"Put your clothes down."

Hannah Joseph lowers her head and sees her white thigh and a corner of her cartoon yellow

underwear.

My God! Her skirt is lifted so highly that the root of her thigh is almost exposed.

She quickly puts down her skirt and coughs to cover up her embarrassment. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I

still wear bikini on the beach in summer. We are husband and wife.”

Chester Shahbaz frowns and looks at her deeply.

No matter what she does, once she says "we are husband and wife", she seems to have a good

reason.

After the little farce, Hannah Joseph packs the medicine box. Chester Shahbaz puts on his pajamas

and sits in bed reading.

Hannah Joseph lies on the side and browses her mobile phone. She is so excited that she doesn't

notice that a pair of eyes are fixed on her mobile phone screen intentionally or unintentionally.

Below the news headline of "Queenie Gavin, a female star spends millions of money complaining of

unfairness for her friend at the auction" are comments rolling like waves—

"She represents those who are not popular but their plays are popular. She has been in the circle for

several years. With so many good plays with a score of more than 6.0, she should be popular!"

"Without an internet celebrity’s look, she is pretty.”

"She is thought to be as good looking as a fairy. Devoted to her career, she dares to play anything.” This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“...”

At the last auction when she bid, Queenie Gavin was recognized by others and she was reported in a

headline that afternoon.

On the one hand, the Green group is a leading enterprise in London. In the beginning, the charity

auction forestalls its opponent by a show of strength. On the other hand, as the editor in chief of Beauty

Fashion Magazine, Mrs. Susan attends the auction. The fashion circle and entertainment circle have

never been separated. A large number of journalists are drawn there.

And at the scene Queenie Gavin directly points that Leo Bruce, the current manager of the Green

group is a scum man. She doesn’t give face to the Bruce family at all. Her reckless courage to help her

friend directly attracts a large number of passers-by fans on the Internet.

"Queenie Gavin really dares to say, and she is not afraid of being retaliated by the Bruce family. The

whole Green group is now controlled by Leo Bruce..."

"If we don't see Queenie Gavin come out for business one day, she will might be banned by the Green

group.”

"Queenie Gavin, we will support you. Don't be afraid of a scum man."

"Long live for sisters. Queenie Gavin is powerful!"

“...”

In the dressing room, the broker shows the support comments of the Internet to Queenie Gavin.

"You are lucky this time. You have so many fans who support you on the Internet. Have you ever

thought what if Leo Bruce resents and bothers you? Do you want to stay in the circle?”

Queenie Gavin is rouging her lips in front of a makeup mirror. Her fiery red lips are matched with her

small black Hepburn skirt. She is full of vigor and looks back at her broker.

“I am well-behaved. With a bad conscience, Leo Bruce kills my best friend’s family. Does he still dare to

bother me? You see if he can find anything to expose about me.”

"That is not a real thing. You think about it all the time. Isn’t it reported that it is an accident fire?”

Without a good attitude, the broker looks disappointed.

"Expose? I wish someone to expose you. Look at the flow data this year. I see you are going out of the

circle. Whether other people expose you or not, you won’t survive."

When it comes to this, Queenie Gavin curls her lip towards her broker.

"You cheat me. Who told me yesterday that there were twenty or so scripts for me to choose from?"

"Then you choose."

"I'm not in the mood at this time."

"Queenie Gavin!" The broker is in a hurry. "I won’t follow you when the contract expires. Stay here

yourself.”

With that, the broker opens the door, walks away and bumps into a figure.

"Nelson Sam?"

Behind her is a surprised voice of the broker. Queenie Gavin looks back subconsciously and sees a tall

figure come in. He wears a plaid suit and leather shoes and shows half of his ankles. He is thought to

be a male artist who comes to the award ceremony by those who don’t know him.

"Why are you here?" Queenie Gavin frowns and inquires.

"No one told you? Tonight's award ceremony is sponsored by our family. I'm here for my brother."

"No, big sponsor, what are you doing here?"

Queenie Gavin looks peaceful and continues to dress up in front of a make-up mirror.

"I come to give it to you."

Nelson Sam walks to her, takes a small box out of his arms and puts it on the dressing table. "I wanted

to give it to you when the auction was over that day, but you left in a hurry."

When she sees the box, Queenie Gavin opens it carefully with a tight face. Seeing a pair of emerald

earrings inside, her eyes begin to get wet.

Nelson Sam says in a husky voice.

"I didn't mean to argue with you that day, but I thought these were the efforts of Sherry. If Sherry knew

it, she would be uncomfortable."