My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 71: Replying to Them!
Adrian glanced at Naomi who was still at home in her position. The woman had not even touched the breakfast that Alexa had brought her. Adrian clucked as he shook his head slowly, then immediately got up and sat by his side.
“Let's eat first, you haven't eaten from last night, right?” Adrian grabs a piece of sandwich and feeds it into Naomi's mouth.
He had to open his mouth wide because Adrian forced a push into his mouth.
"Nake?"
"Goddessa!" Naomi chewed with her mouth full of food until both sides of her cheeks stood out.
"Open your mouth!" Adrian feeds again after seeing Naomi swallow her food, she does it continuously until she spends a few pieces.
Not long ago, Alexa came with Adrian order orange juice. Behind him were three janitors Adrian had ordered to come to see him.
“Excuse me, Sir. This is the orange juice you ordered.”
“Put it there,” the command.
Alexa put orange juice shirt. Occasionally he stole a glance at Naomi who was still sitting on her back like a queen being served.
“Lucky once he. Mr. Adrian who was usually served was bribing him to eat.”
"Not only that, Mr. Adrian even ate his bite marks. Oh, it's romantic."
“You need something else, Mister?” ask Alexa.
Adrian glanced at Naomi. "Do you want something else?"
"Later. Miss Alexa must have been tired since it went up and down," Naomi said. Remembering Adrian had ordered something for him several times.
"It's okay. Let him know what it's like to go up and down from the top floor to the ground floor. As he has always done to you."
I don't know what Alexa's face is like now. His hands were squeezing each other behind his back.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry, Miss Naomi," said Alexa.
"alright. Now get out, I'll tell you once my wife needs something else."
“Good.” He bowed his head before turning his body. Breathe in relief while rubbing the chest up and down.
"Do you need anything, sir?" One of them dared to ask.
"Yes, of course," he answered, then looked at Naomi. "Darling, aren't your feet sore? I asked them here to massage your feet."
Naomi's forehead shriveled in confusion. Since when did he say that?
"But my feet are not ..." Not finished Naomi's speech, already silenced first by Adrian with the palm of the hand. Making Naomi's pair of eyes bulge.
"I know your feet are sore. They often make you clean toilets and parks alone, right? They know you're pregnant."
Adrian shines a sharp look at the three women standing before him.
The insinuation also makes them more pale and no longer dare to raise their heads. Even just to make their voices there is no guts.
"What are you waiting for?" ask Adrian.
"Em ..m-sorry, sir."
Adrian got up from his seat, giving the three women room to crouch down on Naomi's side.
"Excuse me, Miss. Let me open your shoes" said one of them.
"No, my legs are not sore" Naomi refused.
"It's okay, Miss. I'll massage your feet."
Naomi took a long breath. The co-worker who used to charge all the work to himself to exhaustion was now serving him like a queen.
Naomi then glanced at Adrian. However, Adrian just grinned. Then sit back in his place and start working.
"You are so vengeful!" As Naomi's gaze spoke.
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