Untamed Charming Wife

With no other choice, Kayla could only follow behind Ethaniel, clutching a large stack of documents. She sat down beside him in a daze.

The wealthy men and women present were all taken aback. Everyone’s gaze scanned Kayla like an X-ray.

Kayla kept her head down, forcing herself to stay calm and ignore the powerful figures from the entire Estrica region seated below.

Ethaniel’s act of bringing this clueless girl, who knew nothing about business, with him just to keep her from running off, once again broke his own record for recklessness.

However, he was quite satisfied with the close distance with Kayla, and he asked nonchalantly, “Give me the investment risk report under exchange rate control.”

“Oh, right.” Replacing Linda, Kayla began to flip through the pile of documents.

But with so many papers, how was she supposed to know which one it was?

Sitting at the very edge of the podium, Linda watched Kayla sweating with disdain, her lips curling into a sneer.

“Give them to me.” Ethaniel took all the documents from Kayla, found the one he needed, and threw the rest back to her.

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The afternoon meeting was tedious and lengthy. Kayla didn’t understand a word of what was said and almost fell asleep several times. It wasn’t until applause erupted in the hall that she snapped out of her daze, blinking her large, confused eyes.

Is it over?

Noticing her distracted state, Ethaniel stood up. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Kayla followed Ethaniel to the lounge, suddenly remembering something. “What time is it?”

Ethaniel checked his watch. “Five fifteen.”

“Oh no!” Kayla exclaimed in shock. “Prospect School is out, and I haven’t picked up Oliver yet!”

Ethaniel took off his suit jacket, draping it over his arm. “I’ll go with you.”

“Mr. Han!” Linda called out, catching up. After glancing at Kayla, she turned to Ethaniel. “There’s an evening banquet you need to attend.”

“Cancel it.” Ethaniel said impassively, leading Kayla away.

“Mr. Han!” Linda called again, but Ethaniel didn’t look back. She pressed her red lips together, her eyes darkening with resentment.

…

The front of Prospect School was, as usual, crowded with luxury cars. The appearance of the dilapidated police car caused quite a stir again.

Kayla got out of the car and saw Oliver surrounded by a group of little girls under a tree. She called out from a distance, “Oliver!”

Hearing someone call his name, Oliver lifted his delicate face. Seeing Kayla get out of the passenger seat, his eyes lit up, and he closed his book, walking towards the police car.

Just as he reached the car, he saw Ethaniel sitting in the driver’s seat. As expected, a big smile appeared on his face. “Daddy!”

“Mm.” Ethaniel gestured for him to get in the car. Seeing Kayla open the back door, he frowned immediately. “You sit in the front.”

“No… I won’t.” Kayla said, sitting into the back seat. “I want to sit with Oliver.”

Ethaniel raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue with Kayla. Instead, he looked at his son through the rearview mirror.

Oliver met his father’s gaze, and with a tacit understanding, he immediately put on a disdainful expression and said, “I don’t want to sit with you. Go sit in the front!”

Kayla glared. “Why?”

She had even brought him lunch today; how could their camaraderie vanish so quickly?

Oliver looked at her as if she were an idiot and slowly said, “Because you’re silly.”

“…” Kayla felt a massive blow to her ego and really wanted to hit someone!

This brat would stop at nothing to belittle her for his dad.

Grinding her teeth, Kayla shot him a fierce look, huffing as she got out of the car and sat in the front seat.

Finally, after dropping the brat and his dad back at RosenBay, Kayla thought she had completed her mission and could go home.

But…

“I’m hungry.” Oliver looked up, demanding as if it were his right. “You go make me food.”

“Me?” Kayla pointed at herself, shaking her head at the little brat’s lofty attitude. “I don’t know how.”

Ethaniel, having just changed into fresh clothes, heard Kayla’s response. He raised an eyebrow at Oliver, “Ollie, go upstairs and do your homework.” Then, turning to Kayla, he said, “You, come help me.”

Oliver snorted at Kayla before running up the stairs.

“But…”

“No buts. After dinner, you need to help Oliver with his homework.”

Kayla sighed and reluctantly followed Ethaniel to the kitchen.

“You can cook?” Kayla asked, leaning against the kitchen door, peeking inside.

Ethaniel had already rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms. He moved with his usual elegance. Hearing Kayla’s question, he turned to her with a half-smile, “Didn’t you already have something I made this morning?”

This morning…

“The sandwich was made by you?!” Kayla’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe that such a delicious sandwich had been made by Ethaniel. This man was just too amazing.

“Yes.” Ethaniel nodded. While opening the refrigerator, he asked, “Did you like it?”

Kayla huffed, “It was so-so, comparable to a three-dollar egg pancake from the street near my house.”

Ethaniel pulled out a box of shrimp, his sharp, narrow violet eyes narrowing dangerously. “My cooking is only worth three dollars?”

“Three dollars is out of pity for you. If I wasn’t hungry or if someone else had made it, I wouldn’t have even taken a bite! Eating your sandwich was my good deed for the day,” Kayla lied without blinking.

Ethaniel, amused by her attempt to put on a disdainful expression.

Without arguing, Ethaniel placed the shrimp in warm water to defrost and turned to grab a head of broccoli.

“Come here.”

“What for?”

Ethaniel shook the broccoli at her, raising an eyebrow. “To help.”

“… I already told you, I can’t cook.”

“But you can eat, can’t you?” Ethaniel asked teasingly.

“Of course!” she replied confidently.

Ethaniel twirled the broccoli in his hand, his tone indifferent. “If you can eat, you should know how to cook.”

Oh well, she thought. Since she owed him money, the debtor’s words were law…