Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

Chapter 151 Nancy, Look Carefully

Jennifer found herself unable to provide further explanation and bowed, offering an apology. “Mr. Foster, I apologize for lying.”

Ignoring her, Luke carried Linda and stepped into the elevator, leaving Jennifer awkwardly standing by the door.

In this tense moment, Shannon approached with a guilty look on her face. She cautiously asked, “Jennifer, what should we do? Will Mr. Foster be angry at Linda like this?”

Jennifer replied uncertainly, “I don’t know if he’ll be angry at Linda, but he’s already angry at us.” After saying this, she casually scratched her head. “For us, it’s bearable as long as Linda isn’t negatively affected.”

“Mr. Foster loves Linda so much; he probably won’t.”

Jennifer sighed, her experience in the complex world of the entertainment industry shaping her perspective. She reflected on the blurred lines between reality and fiction in this world. Her request was simple-she just hoped Linda wouldn’t get hurt.

Without time to retrieve Nancy’s luggage, Nicholas carried her directly to his room. As he laid her on the bed, it became clear that she was heavily intoxicated. As he was about to help her undress for a shower, a sudden realization hit him-they were no longer a couple. This left him wondering how he could assist her with something as intimate as a shower.

As he was about to get up and find someone to help her with her shower, she unexpectedly reached out. She grabbed his tie with her slender, fair hand, forcefully pulling him in front of her. Caught off guard, Nicholas found himself inches away from Nancy. Their breaths mingled, and their noses nearly touched. Despite the close proximity, the sight of her features, particularly her rosy and plump lips under the warm lamplight, instantly stirred his heart. He admitted to himself-he was in turmoil. It was a complete mess.

In this intense moment, there was a palpable heat in the air, perhaps intensified by the alcohol. Nancy, still intoxicated, reached out and began fumbling with her clothes as she hummed lightly. Her actions seemed casual, but the sounds escaping her lips were like a potent elixir to Nicholas at that moment. He feared he might not be able to control himself.

on the bed, breathing heavily. The flush on her face, intensified by the alcohol, looked alluring

point of madness. His parched and restless state was further exacerbated by their close proximity, as everything about her lay bare before his eyes. The intensity of the moment led him to lose all reason. His

he leaned in for a kiss, Nancy abruptly slapped him across the face. Her hazy eyes fluttered open in disbelief, and she wondered, Nicholas? What’s going on? Why is he here? She had intentionally drowned herself in alcohol, hoping to forget about him and have a peaceful night’s

sound. As she continued to pat him, she murmured, “You’re so annoying! Nicholas, why are you everywhere? Why do you

his expression, making him wonder if she wanted to

alone?” Her irritation was palpable, and

her annoyance, grabbed her wrist and warned her with frustrated gritted

drunken stupor briefly interrupted. Then, she chuckled, her inebriated mind refusing to believe it. “You can’t be a ghost. Ghosts aren’t so handsome. But how can you

frustrated beyond words, struggled to respond.

answer went unanswered. She extended her hand and pushed forcefully, reiterating

Nicholas,” he said, his tone softening as he recognized that a gentler approach

hearing this, her mood shifting erratically. She reached out and patted Nicholas’ face again, mumbling, “Nicholas? Haha… You say you’re Nicholas?” In her state, she couldn’t comprehend how he could be her ex-husband. “But how could you possibly be Nicholas? You’re so silly that you can’t even tell a lie,” she remarked, still baffled by the situation.

“I didn’t lie; I am Nicholas.”

Nicholas is at home now! I’m in Swania; how could he be here?” she exclaimed, her intoxicated grin revealing her amusement.

Nancy’s disheveled clothes, Nicholas struggled to suppress his impulses and then patiently explained, “You silly girl.

shut, she remained awake, clearly somewhat confused. She continued to roll on the bed, holding onto a pillow, her pink and tender lips puckered as she murmured incessantly. “Linda, do you know what? I actually saw a fake Nicholas just now. He even

he couldn’t help but twitch his lips, utterly