Kris Cooper nodded. "So, how did you handle her?"
The mont it was ntioned, Vera Wave instantly perked up. "I have my ways. She likes you, doesn’t she? So, I texted her from your phone, asked her to et, and then had soone post the news in her fan group..." Recounting the events of that night, she gestured excitedly. "Honey, you should have seen it! Her fans were so supportive, and their choice of ’weapons’ was sothing else—eggs, lon seed shells, banana peels... Oh, right, let show you the photos!"
When he stopped the car, she imdiately fished out her phone, brought up the news article, and showed it to Kris Cooper.
"HA... Look, see here... She even had an eggshell stuck to her... HA... So satisfying!"
Staring at the photo on the screen, Kris Cooper didn’t laugh. Instead, anger touched his expression.
This ti, Vera Wave had been lucky to have an insider. What if she hadn’t? Wouldn’t she have been the one on the receiving end of such treatnt?
After laughing for a while herself and hearing no response from him, Vera Wave turned to see his face had turned gloomy again. She quickly stifled her laughter.
"Honey, are... are you angry? Honestly, I didn’t expect her fans to be so vicious, and those journalists... I really didn’t call them. I have no idea how that happened."
"No." Kris Cooper relaxed, gently rubbing her small head. "I’m not angry with you. I just want to know, why didn’t you tell and let handle it?"
"Then wouldn’t I seem too pathetic? Can’t even handle a mistress? If I can’t even hold onto my own man, what kind of woman am I?!" Vera Wave straightened her back. "I refuse to be so helpless chick protected under your wing. Any other woman—be it number three, four, five, or six—if one shows up, I’ll take down one; if two show up, I’ll take down a pair!"
The young woman, her expression fierce, made a sharp chopping motion in the air with both hands.
"He’s my man... No one else better think of snatching him away!"
She looked absolutely adorable!
Kris Cooper chuckled at her antics. Vera Wave turned and grabbed his arm again.
"Honey, promise , we’ll let this matter drop and stop bothering Irene Spencer, okay? I don’t want to blow this up any further!"
Kris Cooper nodded lightly.
"I can let her off the hook for now."
"I knew my husband dotes on the most!" The young woman’s lips imdiately curved into a bright smile. Placing her right hand over her heart, she declared as if taking an oath, "Such a wonderful husband is truly one of a kind in all the world. From this mont on, I, Vera Wave, vow to dedicate my life to my husband. Till mountains crumble and the heavens and earth rge, only then would I dare to part from you."
Kris Cooper leaned to the side, his gaze fixed on her.
"So, does that an you’ll do whatever I ask?"
"Of course! Isn’t there a song that says it perfectly?" Vera Wave quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. "You are the wind, and I am the sand; together we’ll roam to the ends of the earth, forever entwined..."
Still singing, she quickly pushed open the car door, scrambled out as if making an escape, ran up the steps, and rang the doorbell.
"Mrs. Feng, I’m ho!"
Standing at the door, she didn’t forget to turn back and make a playful face at him.
That pervert! I knew he was up to no good. No way I’m giving him a chance to take advantage of !
When she turned back, however, she saw he was still sitting in the car and hadn’t gotten out.
"What are you doing? Waiting for a formal invitation to co in?!"
Kris Cooper remained in the car, window still up. He rested an arm on the windowsill, watching her with an unreadable, silent smile.
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