CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - SHOULD I TEACH YOU HOW TO ADDRESS YOUR HUSBAND?

The black Rolls-Royce sped down the highway in the early morning.

Inside the car, Priscilla pressed her lips and smiled at the man sitting next to her.

Starred by her, Frederick felt a little bit uncomfortable and gave a clear cough.

With that, he suddenly reached out and pushed her face over.

Priscilla chuckled and said. “Mr. Lincoln, thank you for helping me today. I’ll be sure to repay you when I get the chance.”

Frederick’s brows knitted slightly and he turned his head to look at her “What did you just call me?”

Priscilla’s smile faltered.

A touch of coldness crossed under Frederick’s eye. “Mrs. Lincoln, do you need me to teach you how to address your husband?”

Priscilla fell silent.

She shook her head hurriedly “No.”

“Well, call me now,” Frederick said.

Priscilla was a bit embarrassed, “Now?

It’s quite embarrassing, isn’t it?”

Driving the car, David hurriedly said, “Ma’am, I’m actually deaf, I can’t hear you.”

Priscilla fell silent again.

Frederick gave a cold glance at him a