Summer felt like a fish on a chopping block; she was the fish, and Caroline was the knife that threatened and manipulated her.An hour later, Summer was sweaty and exhausted. Her whole body was stiff and sore from all the work. She wasn't used to such hard labor, so the first day was naturally difficult. To make matters worse, Luca still picked on her, saying, "Madam Summer, this area isn't clean."Summer looked over and saw that a tiny corner in the stairwell hadn't been wiped dry. Luca was nitpicking about a tiny, barely noticeable spot. It almost drove Summer crazy."Luca, is there a need to be so strict?""Yes. Madam Caroline likes cleanliness and won't tolerate any flaws, so even the smallest areas must be kept clean.""Hmph! If she likes cleanliness so much, why does she need me?" Summer muttered under her breath. She could only complain quietly, because if Caroline heard about it, she would get another earful from her.Time ticked by slowly. Summer had originally estim
"Summer," Howe greeted as he walked over.Summer was just about to respond when she suddenly saw Howe spit out a mouthful of a white substance—vomit! The corridor was instantly filled with a foul smell, and even Luca, who was usually prim and proper, couldn't help but cover his nose and mouth.Summer had the most intense reaction. Seeing him vomit, she retreated a few feet to the back and pointed at him, shouting, "You, what are you doing?""Oh… Sorry, Summer. Did I scare you?" Howe chuckled foolishly. At the same time, he brought the liquor bottle to his mouth, seemingly wanting to continue drinking more.Summer cursed him inwardly. Of all the times to drink, he just had to do it while she was cleaning. How was she supposed to clean now with Howe vomiting all over the floor?Glaring at Howe, Summer yelled, "Stop drinking! How am I going to clean up your vomit?"Howe didn't know that Summer had been punished by Caroline, so he asked curiously, "Clean? Why do you have to clean i
James comforted her, saying, "I'll help you to find a solution.""Help me find a solution? What kind of useless solution can you think of?" Summer retorted."I'll talk to my mom," James offered."No!" Summer exclaimed vehemently. "It's better if you don't talk to her. I'm afraid that if you do, your mom will turn against me even more. I don't know what she might do to me then."Caroline was a devil with a devil fork and horns on her head. With the sharp fangs in her mouth, it was as if she could bite off Summer's neck. Summer had to act carefully against her devil mother-in-law. If she let James simply help her, she was worried that it would make Caroline even more furious.James also felt helpless. He wanted to help Summer, but problems between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were too complicated. It seemed that even the outstanding president of Quigley Group didn't know how to resolve this problem.Summer noticed the concerned expression on James' face and felt somewhat
"Mmmm, it smells and looks good!" Summer exclaimed.Without waiting for James to bring the plate over, Summer went ahead and grabbed it from him. However, because the plate was hot, she almost accidentally dropped it. Luckily, James was there to catch it halfway."Careful. It's hot," James reminded her gently as he placed the plate on the table.Summer sat up straight, smiling all over the place.She had just wanted to fill her stomach and hadn't expected James to prepare anything special. She was surprised that he had made something delicious. So, she couldn't help asking, "Did you really make this?""Yes, I made it," James confirmed."Alright, I'll believe you," Summer said, knowing that James never liked to lie. If he said he made it, then she would believe it. She just couldn't believe that a wealthy man like him knew how to cook. He really didn't look like he could cook. Busy people like James usually didn't even have time to eat, let alone cook.While eating, Summer
James couldn't help shaking his head. He remained silent. Perhaps, in his opinion, this was one of Summer's cute traits.The next day was yet another difficult day. By the time Summer woke up, James had already left early. He'd worked until 3:00 am or 4:00 am and left for work again at 7:00 am. Summer truly admired him. Why did it seem like he had boundless energy? She couldn't help but wonder if he was unconcerned about the toll it might take on his health.It wasn't that Summer was particularly concerned about James. It was just that he was her husband. As his wife, Summer felt that she wouldn't feel at ease if anything happened to him.So, she came out of the room, signaled to Lexi, and mentioned a few things."Lexi, can you help me to send something later?""Mrs. Quigley, what do you want to send?" Lexi asked confusedly. Even though she was Summer's bodyguard, Summer hadn't requested anything from her so far.Summer only had a simple request. She wanted to send a bowl of
"He doesn't drink soup? You're not lying to me, right?" Summer had lived for more than 20 years, and she had never encountered someone who didn't drink soup. Her mind raced, and she suspected that Susanne might be lying to her.Susanne shrugged, looking indifferent. She said, "If you don't believe me, you can see it for yourself later. I have something to attend to and cannot accompany you."As Susanne walked out of the kitchen, she suddenly stopped before the threshold. She looked back with a smile on her face and said cryptically, "Summer, we'll meet again later. We'll talk then."Meet again? Why were they suddenly meeting again? For a moment, Summer didn't understand what Susanne meant, but she was no longer in a good mood after their conversation. Besides, she felt a sense of unease creep into her mind; it was like something bad was about to happen.She left the kitchen and went to her room. Halfway there, she met Luca. She inquired, "Luca, I have something to ask you. Do
James' gentle voice came through the phone. "Summie?""James, did you drink the soup?" Summer asked."Yeah, I did," James responded."Why did you drink it? I thought you didn't like soup?" Summer voiced her confusion. Based on her assumptions, there was no need for Susanne and Luca to lie to her. This meant that James shouldn't like soup. Yet his response was different from what they said. Therefore, Summer could only think of one explanation—James was lying and claiming to like the soup when he didn't.James remained calm and emotionless. At the moment Summer asked, he replied, "I don't hate soup."But Summer couldn't accept such an ambiguous answer. What did he mean he didn't hate soup? There should only be one definite answer. Either he liked it or not.Summer persisted. "James, if you don't like it, you don't have to force yourself to drink it. The others told me that you've never liked drinking soup since you were young, right?""Yes," James replied."Then, why did you
Snapping back to reality, Summer quickly explained, "What? How am I happy? Don't talk nonsense.""I'm not talking nonsense. Mrs. Quigley, you look very happy, like you're in love!" Lexi replied.In love? Summer was stunned. She shook her head continuously. She had fallen in love before, so she knew what falling in love felt like. The feelings she had for James were definitely not love. Their marriage wasn't based on emotions; it was just a transaction.Summer let out a deep breath and retorted coldly, "Well, you're mistaken. Lexi, I won't fall in love with James.""Mrs. Quigley, are you still not going to admit it? As an observer, I can see the situation better than you. "Although you seemed like you didn't have feelings for Mr. Quigley at the start, I've noticed that your marriage is gradually becoming fulfilling now," Lexi replied."Stop this nonsense!" Summer said, seemingly angry. Her face was flushed red. Why was she so worked up? She was anxiously denying it because