All Chapters of My Wife is a Casanova: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Aunty missed Hollie a lot too.” Charlotte picked up the little girl and kissed her on her little pink face. Hollie was starting to resemble Catherine more these days. She was growing up to be a beautiful little girl. Catherine said jokingly, “As soon as Hollie heard that you were coming, she was so happy and kept muttering beside me. I’m so jealous as her birth mother.” Immediately, the little girl scurried into Catherine’s arms and kissed her on her face as she said in an adorable voice, “Holly likes Aunty, but she likes Mommy even more.” Catherine looked as if she did not know whether to laugh or cry. “You little brat.” Charlotte laughed as she said, “Just like you.” Alexander looked at Charlotte who was smiling and laughing. When she had come out of the bathroom, she did not look at him at all. She was completely ignoring him. She must hate his guts! After a week of not seeing her, she seemed to have lost weight again. Her collarbone became even more pronounced.

Watching how Alexander and Eloise had no qualms about their public displays of affection, everyone present looked at Charlotte in unison.Everyone knew how much Charlotte loved Alexander. He was humiliating her on purpose, was he not? Tsk tsk tsk, look at how that pretty face was losing its color. It was pathetic. Watching the intimate couple, it took all of Charlotte’s strength not to run out of the door. Then, a loud bang was heard as a glass containing red wine was fiercely smashed onto Alexander and Eloise’s table. Wine and glass shards flew everywhere. The expression on Alexander’s face darkened as he shielded Eloise reflexively in his arms. Eloise was unharmed, but there was a thin gash on Alexander’s face from the glass shards. His white shirt, which was always immaculate, had also become stained with red wine.Everyone in the room was shocked into silence by what just happened. Shocked, Eloise sobered up a great deal. “Alex, your face.” “I’m fine.” Alexander wip

This sentence gave Charlotte the urge to cry. Why did people have to change? If only they did not change! What gave Charlotte the urge to cry was not this sudden surge of sadness, nor did it have anything to do with Benedict. It was because of Catherine’s emotions. Charlotte was completely certain that there was a rift in Catherine and Preston’s marriage and their marriage was being tested. Sadly, Catherine did not want to say anymore after asking that question. Charlotte followed Catherine with her eyes trailing after her before walking to the eye-catching red Buggati with a heavy heart. Then, a figure blocked her way. Looking up, she saw Alexander’s gentle and handsome face. A frail, slender woman was standing beside him. It turned out that their cars were parked next to each other. Charlotte did not want to spare them another look. As she approached, the car door of the Bugatti opened automatically. She had already sat down in the driver’s seat when she realized th

After Benedict had overtaken her, he suppressed Charlotte and did not give her any chances to overtake him. Charlotte followed him closely from behind and did not commit any mistakes in the next eight rounds. Charlotte's level of performance was much better than many professional racers, but Benedict's skills left her amazed and provoked her spirit. She had not been this excited in a long time. Charlotte had forgotten all her troubles. She only had one goal in mind, which was to win. She had to win against Benedict so that he would look her square in the eye. Solomon was surprised. Charlotte's skills with a gun had already amazed him. He did not expect that she would be such a good driver. Even he might not be able to win against her. Maybe it was because of how exciting their race was, but the professional racers who were practicing all stopped to pay attention to their race. Some even took their phones out to record the exciting moments of the last lap. In the last lap, C

Benedict turned his head sideway and was greeted with the sight of Charlotte’s radiant smile and her sparkling, almond-shaped eyes. Yes, he had lost! Besides, she even wrecked two sports cars. He suffered a huge loss in this competition. Benedict’s gaze did not shift from Charlotte’s beautiful eyes until moments later. Glancing coolly in the rearview mirror, he stepped on the accelerator and raced out of the tracks. When Charlotte saw someone running over to her while waving, she immediately rolled up the window and raced out of the tracks. She and Benedict both had unique identities and did not wish to be recognized. Soon, the two sports cars had vanished, leaving behind a group of stunned racers who took a long time to calm down. “Solomon, I won.” Charlotte was as happy as a child as she bragged about her victory. She was so excited about winning against Benedict that she forgot about how depressed she had been feeling lately. Solomon said respectfully, “Yes, Youn

Back at Benedict’s mansion, the war had ceased fire.When Charlotte entered through the door, she found something wrong with the atmosphere. All the staff in the household were trembling in fear, and she could not help but be influenced by such an atmosphere.When she entered the living room, she saw Benedict with his back facing her. He was sitting on the sofa.In front of Benedict’s feet were broken shards. Nobody dared to step forward to clean up the mess.“Benedict, where’s Timmy?”Charlotte did not spot Timothy anywhere and fearfully walked nearer. What happened last night had traumatized her.Benedict was extremely calm. She could not see any abnormalities in him, yet he looked eerily icy.Benedict looked up at her and replied, “He’s too noisy, I made him unconscious.”‘Unconscious?’Charlotte was unsure if it was her imagination, but she seemed to hear a hint of self-blame in his tone.Benedict glanced at Charlotte and shifted his gaze to the shards on the floor.Char

Benedict did not answer her verbally but merely nodded his head.He stood by the door as Charlotte cooked the noodles inside the kitchen.Charlotte wondered, ‘He must be famished, that’s why he’s standing there with an expression as cold as an iceberg while he silently rushes me to satisfy his stomach.‘Or is he afraid that I’ll poison him?’She was unsure if it was Benedict’s aura or if it was because she was timid, but when she was chopping some spring onions, she nearly sliced her finger.Charlotte looked at him with annoyance. “Can you wait outside?”Benedict glanced at her and walked out.She was greatly relieved and could finally concentrate on cooking her noodles.When she carried the bowl of noodles out, he was nowhere to be seen.His room door was tightly shut, so she went forward to knock on the door. “Benedict, your noodles are ready.”Soon after, Benedict walked out in his pajamas with his hair still dripping wet.Charlotte was speechless.Benedict stared her do

The next morning when Charlotte came out of her room, she saw Timothy’s small figure sitting on the huge sofa. His handsome face appeared rather sad, and he looked distressed.She walked over to him and knelt in front of him. He immediately leaped into her arms, holding her tightly while his body trembled.Charlotte held still and hugged his small figure. Her voice was gentle as she asked, “What’s the matter, Timmy?”The little guy kept quiet and continued to hug her tightly.Charlotte looked at Mr. White for some hints, but he merely shook his head. He did not know what was going on either.After some time, the little guy finally regained peace and struggled out of Charlotte’s embrace to run into his room.Soon after, he came back out with a drawing board and pen.He scribbled on it and wrote the words, ‘Don’t go.’Charlotte looked at the words on the drawing board and realized that the little guy could write. It was new knowledge for her.Timothy was only four years old and

Charlotte was elated and hugged Timothy. She was so emotional that she spoke gibberish, “Timmy, Timmy…”Charlotte did not know how she could describe her feelings at that moment. It was like her world felt warm and she was willing to take up that heavy responsibility.However, worry was entangled within that happiness because she dared not give any promises toward Timothy. All she could do was make an oath between herself and the heavens that as long as she remained in the Larson family, she was going to protect him well.The fortunate thing about this incident was that the little guy was willing to take a step forward and communicate with others.She was going to help him to improve further in the future.After some time, she released Timothy from her embrace and ruffled his soft and curly hair. Her heart was now like a pile of mush. “Timmy, you’re awesome.”The little guy did not get the answer he was waiting for and was still anxious. His eyes reddened as he pitifully looked a

Last night after Eloise Backhurst fainted, Alexander Montgomery rushed her to the hospital and stayed by her bedside throughout the night...The next day, her test reports were ready.Eloise had a history of head trauma in the past, and she had plenty of old injuries all over her body. The doctor’s diagnosis was that her old ailments caused her to lose consciousness last night and it was somewhat related to her being emotionally unstable. Fortunately, it was only a coincidental incident and was nothing too serious.Alexander recalled the humiliation that Catherine Bigelow hurled at Eloise last night. His facial expression became sullen. He gave a call to Preston Rockerfeller. He warned the latter to watch over his wife. Otherwise, the consequences would be dire.Due to that call, Catherine and Preston got into another huge argument.When Charlotte arrived at Schuller Mansion, Heather Macintyre messaged her. ‘Were you the one who shook the West Side Race Circuit last night?’Charl