My Husband Is A Secret Billionaire By Wiuu

Chapter 38
Jane calmly strode over from the sidelines.
Dan now understood her intention.
She had captured dam ning evidence of the school bullying, and these high schoolers, already over 16, were legally liable for their actions.
Once the evidence was handed to the police, these kids would carry this black mark for life.
Jane’s icy gaze swept over the group
“You didn’t just bully Bailey, did you?” She spoke slowly, deliberately. “I’ve already dialed 911, and the cops will clear it all up when they get here.”
Everything was under Jane’s firm control.
The bullies were taken away by the police, and questioned as per standard protocol. Once the truth of their bullying came out, they were nailed for the crime, and swiftly, justice was served.
Jane had finally avenged Bailey.
‘Dominic,
your
wife’s got some grit,” Tristan’s police friend told him the story and Tristan raised a thumb in admiration. “She’s cooler than a cucumber when things hit the fan, and clearly knows her way around the law. That was a smart move!”
Dan cracked a small smile.
Ever since they tied the knot, Jane kept springing surprises on him, but…

Even if he didn’t make any contributions in this matter, he should have done a lot of hard work, right? After all, he was the one who knocked down those high schoolers.
Given Jane’s character, she would surely reward him somehow, perhaps whipping up a hearty meal
at least.
But Jane was surprisingly quiet.
Moreover, he had noticed her growing distant lately.
She no longer mentioned asking him to sleep in the bedroom.
Dan had dropped subtle hints a few times and thought Jane would certainly pick up on his thoughts. Yet, she feigned ignorance right to his face, deftly sidestepping his advances with various excuses!
As a result, he was still sleeping on the couch…
Dan let out a sigh, his cool demeanor cracking slightly as his brows furrowed in deep thought. So lost was he, that he didn’t even notice the cigarette nearly burning his fingers.
“Hey, Dominic.” Quick as a whip, Hector snatc hed the cigarette from him.
Dan snapped back to reality, looking slightly dazed.
This was the first time Hector had seen such a vacant look on Dan’s face.
“Dominic, what are you thinking about?” He waved his hand in front of Dan. “Oh, there’s news from the Central City… Your uncle and granddad are plotting to find you a consort!”
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Dan’s eyes went as cold as steel.
He brutally stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, his face hardened with a fierce resolve.
“All things considered, your family is full of tough cookies.” Tristan voiced his concern, “If one day you go back, and Jane… she…”
“She won’t be with me.” Dan muttered under his breath. “We are, after all, chalk and cheese. We can’t become one.”
Tristan and Hector exchanged bewildered glances, knowing without words what the other was thinking.
It was clear as day that Dan had a thing for Jane – anyone with half a brain could see it.
But the guy was as stoic as a statue, always maintaining that “marriage is just a facade for him,” and that his responsibilities towards Jane were only those between a husband and wife.
Dan fed himself this line of bull, but Jane had already taken root in his heart. The day he’d have to rip her out, root and all, they didn’t know how he’d bear the heartache.
After a pause, Dan suddenly asked, “You guys know any good gynecologists?”
Their eyes bulged out of their sockets, looking like they’d seen a ghost at high noon.
“Wh-what?” Hector, trying to suppress a grin, gave Dan a once-over, raised an eyebrow, and incredulously asked, “Did you knock her up already, Dominic? You work fast, brother!”
Dan’s face dropped and he rolled his eyes in response.
Tristan frowned, “Could you let Dominic finish?”