My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 32: FIRE FLAVOR JUICE

Naomi looked at her reflection in the mirror. Make sure the appearance is neat enough. Suddenly the knock on the door distracted him. Naomi immediately moved towards the door, a servant standing there with a friendly smile.

“Nona ... Madam asks you to meet her right now,” he said.

“What business is it?” naomi asked, considering her relationship and mother-in-law were not so good.

“I don't know, Miss. Madam just ordered that you meet her immediately.” 

“What does he want from me?” naomi grunts inwardly. "All right, tell mom I'm five minutes away."

"Well, Miss .. I'm sorry." The woman bowed her head before walking away.

Naomi went into her room and grabbed her little bag. Before leaving the room, she returned her makeup not so striking. At least he needs to dress up a little to support the appearance. Although still impressed geeky.

Upon arrival downstairs, Erica and her mother were seated at the pool. I don't know what to talk about. Sometimes there was laughter between the two.

“Mother called me?” naomi asked, making the chatter between mother and Erica pause for a moment. 

“How dare you call me Mom?” sniff the woman. “Remember, you can only call me mom when Ada Adrian. Besides, call me Madam!” 

Naomi longed to curse, but she still tried to resist remembering the woman in front of her was the mother of her husband.

“Alright, Mistress. Anyway calling you mistress won't make my lips swollen.” 

The heat was getting stronger for the mother, hearing the sarcastic tone spoken from the mouth of the son-in-law. He then shook the fan in his hand. “I don't know why my son married a woman like you.” 

“I myself don't know why either," replied Naomi with a raised shoulder. "Oh yeah, what's calling me here, ma'am?” 

Naomi's words that suppress the word 'mistress' further whipped her anger. “Make me apple juice now!” 

“Apple juice? Does this house lack waiters?” naomi asked considering there were so many servants in the mansion.

“What do you think is your status in this house? Aren't you just a show wife to Adrian?” 

This is also true of the old woman.

Naomi looked at Erica. From the way mom talked to her, she had guessed that Erica had already told mom about the real relationship between Naomi and Adrian. 

“Alright Madam, wait a minute. I'll make it.” This time it would be better to give up. Naomi doesn't want to argue for something that she's wasting her time and energy on. 

“Naomi wait!” call Erica to stop Naomi's steps. “If you don't mind, please make me tomato juice too. But don't use sugar, yes.” 

Naomi looked over for a moment and smiled.

“By pleasure, Miss Erica.” Without saying much more, Naomi immediately went to the kitchen and made juice for her mother-in-law and Erica. 

“Patience a little, Naomi. Once you are free from this house, seek your own happiness.” 

It didn't take long, Naomi had finished juicing. He immediately brought to where mom and Erica were relaxing earlier.

Mom grabbed a glass of juice and sipped. The natural sweetness of the juice was quite refreshing this morning.

“Oh yes, are you going out?” erica asked after noticing Naomi's slightly neater appearance.

“Iya. I want to work today.” 

I looked back at Naomi with a look of dislike. “Do you want to insult my son? Adrian is more than capable of making your life comfortable. Then why do you have to work?” 

It seemed like there was no point in arguing with these two creatures. Because whatever Naomi did must be wrong.

“What Madam would do if I enjoyed Mr Adrian's treasure just like that?” 

The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment while thinking. Naomi's words have a point. He could not be willing if Naomi enjoyed the facilities and luxuries of the Marx family at will. 

"You know yourself enough, too. If anyone has the right to be on Adrian's side, that person is Erica. Look at him, very classy and elegant of course. Not like you," she quipped. However, Naomi did not respond.

“Alright, then excuse me. Enjoy the juice.”

Naomi immediately left him the woman.

"Easy, Mom. Don't mind Naomi. He was hiding his cunning nature behind his innocent appearance. I'm sure Adrian is being deceived."

"Yes, that's right."

Erica grabbed Naomi's tomato juice, then placed her lips on the end of the straw. Suddenly his eyeballs widened when the hot sensation coming from the thick liquid felt burning his throat, to gush out and hit the mother's face.

"What the fuck, Erica!" said the mother as she grabbed a piece of tissue and rubbed her wet face.

"It's spicy, Mom!" erica squealed her hands in front of her mouth. "Hosh ... Ohsh! It feels so spicy!"

Panic started there. Erica's face began to turn red with watery eyes.

"Marina, get me some water!" I shouted, calling one of the servants.

"This must be Naomi doing it on purpose, ma'am. Oh. .. My tongue is burning!"

"But how can? The juice he made for mom tastes sweet." Mom set her eyes out. In the distance, Naomi walked casually towards the door.

“Naomi Claire!” 

Hearing the mother's cry, Naomi published a smile, then sped up her pace. In front there is Bruno who was ordered by Adrian to take Naomi anywhere.

While giggling, Naomi ran small and hurriedly got into the car. Making Bruno's forehead shrivel confused. "What's up, Miss? Why is the madam screaming?"

“Do not ask! Fast walk!” 

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