The charming wife shyly opened the door.
"Come in!"
Chloe wore a conservative maternity nightgown that concealed her graceful curves. Even without makeup at home, she still looked exceptionally delicate and lovely. Her hair was tied up, giving her a virtuous appearance.
She handed Luis a pair of slippers and cautiously glanced outside before closing the door.
Luis casually sat on the sofa. Seeing her apparent unease, he directly took her hand, and Chloe settled into Luis's lap.
The distressed wife sighed and leaned into the arms of this unfamiliar man, trembling nervously as she said, "Luis, what should I do? If he... if he exposes all this, I'm finished."
As she spoke, Chloe trembled uncontrollably, tears already streaming down her face. Biting her silver teeth, her expression—filled with both hatred and helplessness—was utterly heartbreaking.
"Don't be foolish. He absolutely wouldn't dare."
