All Chapters of My Wife is a Casanova: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time Alexander returned to the bedroom, Eloise had woken up. Alexander sat down and looked at her delicate face as he ruffled her hair in a doting manner. “Thank you for last night.” Eloise smiled shyly. “It’s fine. It was so tough in the beginning, yet I managed to get through it with you. What does this suffering account to?” The accident that happened that year had caused Eloise to lose her father. Alexander not only lost both his parents but also broke his leg. It was a torturous time. If it had not been for her, he might never have emerged from the darkness of despair. She was so skinny… How had she supported him back then? Alexander’s heart ached when he remembered how tiny Eloise had stayed up with him night after night. That was when Eloise spoke. “Alex, I have something to confess to you.” Alexander felt like laughing when he looked at Eloise’s tiny, serious face. “Go ahead.” “I used your phone to make a call to Charlotte last night.”The corners of Ale

If he wanted to find someone to share his joy and successes with, the first person Alexander thought of was Charlotte. She deserved credit for enabling this partnership to happen!“Charlotte Schuller.” Alexander recited her name in his mind. Thinking about the way she had looked at him outside his house that morning, he felt his heart clench inexplicably. The woman had been with him for six years. He was the one indebted to her! He would make it up to her when he returned home. It was what he owed her! The smile on Alexander’s mouth narrowed as he lifted his slender legs to enter the limousine. “Back to the hotel.” He had been out for so long. It was time to go home. Charlotte had vomited too much last night, causing damage to her vocal cords. Her throat was swollen and sore, making her have no appetite for the entire day. It was a weekend today, and Benedict did not go to the office. The atmosphere at the dining table was awfully silent, but it was normal for the fath

Timothy looked at Charlotte before he buried his head into Charlotte’s shoulder and stopped responding to her. Charlotte was helpless. The little guy had retreated into his shell, refusing to come out at all. In the morning, Benedict played blocks with the little guy for a while before he took a collection of English stories and read them to the little guy who listened with rapt attention.Charlotte never knew that Timothy understood English. Now that she saw him listening attentively, she remembered that he had lived in the US before. It was not surprising that he understood English. When the little guy got tired of sitting, he took the initiative to rest his head on Benedict’s lap. Benedict reached out and ruffled his slightly curly hair. Charlotte found the entire thing very heartwarming. At that moment, Benedict was stripped of his force and coldness. His cool features became considerably more gentle. However, the air of dignity was still around him, just that there wa

It was obvious that Catherine was feeling helpless. Charlotte typed in comfortingly, ‘Don’t worry, the most important thing now is to find out what’s going on. I don’t think this is true.’Catherine replied, ‘The video was already sent to my phone, so how can it be fake?’Charlotte clicked on the video. Preston was seen entering what looked like a suite in a hotel with another woman. The woman’s back seemed familiar to Charlotte. A bad feeling aroused within her heart. Heather typed, ‘Do you guys think that this back seems familiar to you? As if it’s Yasmine Cooke?’Catherine replied, ‘That’s her.’It was her! Upon confirmation, Heather and Charlotte immediately showed the tacit understanding between them as best friends. Heather wrote, ‘Screw her over.’Charlotte repeated, ‘Screw her over.’The messages were sent at nearly the same time. Heather then replied, ‘I’ll take care of this woman.’Yasmine had attempted to seduce Preston in the past. When Heather found out, s

Otherwise, she could not imagine how much pain Catherine and Hollie would be in.Unable to sleep, Charlotte decided to get herself a glass of milk to help herself fall asleep.When she had drunk half the milk, Benedict returned. The two made contact, and Charlotte could smell the alcohol on him. “Have you been drinking?” Charlotte did not know if it was because Alexander was allergic to alcohol, but she was very sensitive to the smell. Benedict glanced at her before walking right past her. “How rude.” Charlotte sighed as she downed the rest of the milk in one gulp. She was just about to return to her room when a loud crash was heard from Benedict’s room.Had he fallen? The way he had been walking just now, it looked like he was slightly intoxicated. Charlotte walked toward his room, and as soon as she entered, she saw him crumpled on the bed in pain. One of his hands was fumbling about on the nightstand. A lamp had fallen onto the floor. She strode over and picked up

However, Charlotte did not leave. In the face of Benedict’s anger, she clutched the blanket in front of her chest and said with an air of finality in a hoarse voice, “We are a real couple now. From today onward, I want to sleep here.” Benedict looked at the woman in front of him whose face was pale. Her eyes were red from crying. He thought she was seeking death and had no idea why she would say such a thing. She became a lot gutsier after sleeping with him once. Who had given her the audacity to talk about taking over his bed? Benedict could not help but sneer. There was a touch of coolness in his deep eyes. “Want real power so soon?” Charlotte lifted her pale eyes and glared at him. “I don’t want any real power, all I ask for is basic respect. I am your wife, not your babysitter.” A dangerous expression of mockery appeared on Benedict’s face. “Wife? Then fulfill your obligations as a wife. Don’t let me see those cheap tears again.” After saying that, Benedict did not give

“It’s alright, Lottie. Who hasn’t experienced this before?”Old Lady Larson’s heart was filled with joy at the sight of Charlotte’s flushed face. Most women today were so open. Not many would blush anymore.Old Lady Larson’s eyes reddened as she thought about it, and she choked as she patted Charlotte’s hand. “Good, that’s good. Granny is so relieved now…” Benedict hated women, and for the past 20 years or so, he had no women by his side—not even a female fly! Old Lady Larson had no shortage of worries over him.She was especially worried half a year ago when Benedict suddenly held a child that appeared out of nowhere and said that this was his son.Old Lady Larson had pressed him for the name of Timothy’s mother, but he said that she died and that he would never find a stepmother for Timothy, let alone have other children. At that time, Old Lady Larson was so angry that her eyes had rolled to the back of her head. She ended up fainting. When she woke up, Old Lady Larson imme

The next time Charlotte saw Benedict, he had changed into a fresh set of clothes. A ring had also appeared on his finger. That was a bit of a surprise to her. He was wearing his wedding ring again. Did Old Lady Larson say something to him?Benedict took another step toward her. He was not angry, but tense. Charlotte’s body stiffened involuntarily. Her aching body served as a reminder of the nightmare that happened last night. She was afraid of him, and last night’s occurrence only made her more terrified of him. However, Benedict did not look at her. Instead, he picked up the little guy from her side and left the room without looking back at her. Only his aura remained. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief as she held onto the child’s bed to support her sore body as she stood up. She wanted to go back to the house to rest for a while.Then, Mr. White came in with a glass of milk in his hand.He stepped aside, put down the milk, and looked at Charlotte. “Young Madam, please r

Looking at the car in front of her, Charlotte felt an inexplicable bitterness within her heart. It was one of her favorite sports cars. Unfortunately, it was a limited edition and being rich was not enough to buy it. Back when Alexander realized that she liked it, he had wanted to buy her the car as her Valentine’s day present, but he was not successful. There was only one in the entire Ocean City. Who would have thought it would be in the hands of Benedict. The car door opened, and a slender figure dismounted from within. Charlotte immediately recognized the man in front of her. He still had the duckbill cap on his head, and his bangs covered one-half of his eyes. He looked clean-cut, like the character Zhang Qiling played by Yang Yang in Grave Robber’s Chronicles. He was the hero who had saved the Schuller family that night. Solomon walked up to Charlotte and bowed. “Young Madam.” He was one of Benedict’s people, so Charlotte did not feel confused. “Thank you for the

It had been a week, but Alexander still looked the same to Charlotte. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. He looked clean and handsome, warm and gentle. He seemed to have always loved this outfit as he always wore it. His love for this outfit was as strong as his love for Eloise Backhurst. Eloise was wearing one of Chanel’s newest mini-dresses. She looked clean, pure, delicate, and frail—like a little princess in need of everyone’s care and attention. Sitting next to Alexander, they did look perfect for each other. Such an image protruded itself into Charlotte’s line of sight and would not allow her to deny it. There was a reasonable number of people in the room. Besides Alexander and Eloise, there was also Heather, Catherine with her daughter, and Hans with a few of his friends. Alexander was the first to spot her. He walked toward her. Charlotte’s heart felt as if someone had a tight hold on it, causing her to have trouble breathing. He was just t