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.

the alcohol, looked alluring and captivating under the gentle lamplight, accentuating her natural beauty. Her clothing pulled down at her chest, further emphasizing her enticing curves.

before his eyes. The intensity of the moment led him to lose all reason. His whispered words of “Nancy” were followed by his impulsive lean to kiss

in disbelief, and she wondered, Nicholas? What’s going on? Why is he here? She had

reached out, patting Nicholas’ face, her slaps producing a loud smacking sound. As she continued to pat him, she murmured, “You’re

immediately darkened his expression, making him wonder if she wanted to avoid

alone?” Her irritation was palpable, and she couldn’t seem to shake his

with frustrated gritted teeth, “Nancy, look carefully.

revelation, her 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 look exactly like Nicholas?

words, struggled to respond.

when her demand for an answer went unanswered. She extended her hand and pushed forcefully, reiterating her question, “Who

recognized that

smiled drowsily upon 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

explain, “I didn’t lie; I

I’m in Swania; how could he

impulses and then patiently explained,

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

by the bed, he couldn’t help but twitch his lips, utterly perplexed by how he ended up being mistaken for a fake