Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared

Chapter 8 Where Should I Sleep if Not Here?

Nancy turned around. She wanted to come up with an explanation, but the phone suddenly hung up. This time, it was Vivian who nervously ended the call, like a cat with its tail stepped on. Nancy smiled, surprised that her mighty sister could also feel afraid at times. Raising her cellphone, Nancy didn't bother finding any more excuses. She smiled at Charlie. "My sister, your real Vivi."

Charlie furrowed his brows slightly. He walked up, and wrapped his arm around Nancy's waist from behind. He whispered affectionately by her ears, "If you don't want your dad to die sooner, watch your mouth!"

Looking at his handsome face with a smile but hearing such cruel warning words, Nancy twitched her lips. Just then, she suddenly felt a sharp pain from her waist. Then Charlie let go of her.

!!!!

He pinched her!

After giving the warning, he still pinched her waist?

Nancy took a deep breath, another deep breath, forcefully suppressing all her emotions.

Forgot it!

Just consider it a dog bite!

had something

frustration, Nancy bit her lip and

were playing chess. Nancy walked into the kitchen and saw the servant, Maid Fanning, making tea. She walked

Fanning, let

"Uh, okay."

time the granddaughter-in-law came to make tea for Old Master Firth. There was no way she could refuse. Watching Nancy's skilled technique, Maid Fanning smiled with satisfaction, "Young Master

Fanning, can grandpa read well? I am thinking to buy him some picture books for the elderly to pass the time when I come next

Firth looked at the marriage certificate but couldn't tell her identity as

smiled and replied, "Old Master Firth can read. But he had some problems with his eyes

Nancy turned to look at her, "But why is

"Ha-ha-ha..."

a sweet man. He knows that Old Master Firth likes to play chess, but sometimes, he can't even distinguish the black and white pieces. Only Young Master Firth has the patience to play chess with him." Nancy nodded gently. It seemed that Charlie wasn't that bad. At least, he was very

...

was mentally exhausted. She had

she returned home, she kicked her slippers off and collapsed onto

threw his suit jacket onto the sofa, took his pajamas, and went

and well-defined chest muscles. Even if Nancy couldn't see the lower part, she could imagine