My Mute Wife

Lexie shook her head, [I might have had bad food.]

“Then order a few refreshing dishes.”

Lexie’s gaze, however, fell in the distance.

The person who was eating with Edith was Alan, who was relatively far away, so she couldn’t hear what they were saying at all, but she could clearly see Alan helping Edith with food.

Lexie’s hand unconsciously clenched the tablecloth beneath her.

She knew that Alan was only playing games with Edith, but it was still hard for her accept.

Since when did that man’s every move tug at her heart and his contact with any woman make her heart ache?

Somehow, she suddenly thought of Lydia.

If he could be so affectionate to Edith, what would he be like in front of Lydia?

“What are you looking at?” Myles followed her gaze.

Lexie suddenly pulled him.

“What’s wrong?”

[Let’s eat elsewhere.]

Lexie’s eyes were full of gloom.

Into the night.

The Howard family had all gone to bed, Lexie went downstairs to pour tea, and Alan had just returned.

[Back so late?]

“Yes,” Alan took off his jacket and casually threw it on the sofa.

Seeing that he had no intention of paying attention to her, Lexie felt bored and went to the kitchen to make tea with a gloomy expression.

She had been busy organizing information recently and had stayed up several all-nighters.

The kitchen was a little dim with only the wall lights on.

As she waited for the water to boil, Lexie pulled open the overhead cupboard to look for tea leaves, but when she saw the tea pot, she found it was placed at the far end and it was a bit of a challenge to reach it with her height.

A long arm crossed over her head and rested on the cupboard door, with a smoky voice, “What do you want to take?”

The smell of the man’s cologne ran into her nose and Lexie’s heart followed with a violent contraction, her shoulders trembled as she pointed her way.

Alan handed her the tea tin.

[Thank you.]

Thinking that he had always liked the tea she made before, Lexie wanted to ask him if he wanted a cup of tea too.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“How’s it going with the Mitchell Group?”

Lexie’s fingers faltered slightly as she was about to gesture, her throat slightly bitter.

[Found some suspicions, but still didn’t get to the crux of the matter. Peter and his men don’t trust me yet, so it might take a bit of effort].

“There’s no rush, the Investigation Bureau is also looking into the Mitchell Group these days, so it can wait.”

Lexie nodded, suddenly thinking of the incident at the restaurant today, she couldn’t help but ask, [Have you still been in contact with Edith recently?]

Alan suddenly looked at her, his gaze sunken, “What?”

[Peter seems to be planning to have her look for bid information at your place, so watch out for that.]

“Where do you know that from?”

Lexie froze for a moment, and Alan didn’t seem surprised at all.

She snapped back to her senses.

[I heard it by chance, forget it if you don’t believe me].

The sound of water boiling sounded in the kitchen and Lexie turned around.

Looking at Lexie’s back, Alan’s frown grew deeper and deeper, his cold side face looked steep and compelling in the light with a hint of chill.

His mind suddenly went back to the figure of Lexie and the man leaving together with the check in the restaurant tonight.

“You heard that tonight, didn’t you?”

His voice sounded behind her, and Lexie’s movement to pour the tea gave a start.

“Where have you been tonight?”

[Had dinner with a friend.]

“Which friend?” Alan took a step closer, his tone low, “Do I know him?”

Lexie’s waist was against the cooking table behind her and there was no way back.

Alan’s large hands pressed against her sides as he leaned down and warned, “Lexie, I agreed to have cooperation with you, but that doesn’t mean you can go in and out of public with other men with impunity.”

“Don’t forget that you are still Mrs. Howard.”

[We are just friends].

“No need to explain to me, you can save those words for when you’re photographed and explain to the press.”

Alan’s voice was extremely cold, and his eyes were also without a trace of temperature as he said, word for word, “If you don’t mind the trouble.”

Lexie was terrified.

“When you get a chance, remember to ask that Miss Miller about Mitchell Pharmaceutical Group’s situation.”

Dropping these words, Alan left with his jacket.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away in the living room, Lexie clutched her hands, waited until the sound of the door closing came from upstairs, she suddenly turned around and dry-heaved into the sink.

Until all the acid water had been vomited out, all the strength was gone.

At the same time, she felt a stifled aggression in her throat, and her eyes turned red as her nose sank, tears falling in the sink.

She didn’t know why she was feeling so bad, her heart felt like it was strangled in a gush of stabbing pain.

The following day, in the Howard Group.

“Mr. Alan, this is the bid information you asked for.”

Alan said, “Book the restaurant at noon and find a chance to put it in the right place.”

Jack gave a nod.

“Anything else?”

Seeing that Jack did not leave, Alan gave him a look.

Jack said hesitantly, “Nothing special, but didn’t you find a miniature wiretap in your car last time? I remembered that Edith had also ridden in your car.”

Alan lifted his head, his eyes changing slightly.

“Mrs. Howard didn’t have much contact with Peter and had been in hospital before then, so I also pulled up the hospital surveillance and found that Peter had indeed been there, but the two had an argument and I found this.”

Jack handed over a flash drive.

The flash drive was connected to the computer, and when it was clicked on, it contained the surveillance footage from the front of the hospital lift, on the very day that Peter went to the hospital to look for Lexie.

In the scene, Peter was clearly furious and threw something into the trash, but just as the lift door closed, a figure in a white coat came out of a side entrance to the building and rummaged the object out of the trash.

“It’s Edith,” Jack’s voice echoed through the office.

He was apprehensive; after all, it had been some days since the incident had passed and he had only found out the truth.

Alan looked at the image framed on the screen, his face grim, “I know, you go out first.”

“Okay.”

After Jack turned to leave, Alan did not return to his senses for a long time, with a distracted look.

In the afternoon, Lexie went to report to Alan on the investigation of the Mitchell Group.

“Come in.”

The large office was quaint and old-fashioned, with an old style of decoration.

This was the first time Lexie had come to Alan’s office.