All Chapters of The Pride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Nicko didn’t dare to glance at his wife with the excuse that he was driving. Josephine increasingly felt this act strange, who is suspecting her husband. “Honey, tell me, do you know Mr Evans?” Jo asked once more. Nicko tried to catch his breath inwardly and whispered. “I can’t go on like this. My wife can’t suspect me.” “Of course I know him. Didn’t you introduce him to me during his visit to the Windsor Hotel,” Nicko said, trying to reassure his wife. However, not that easy to convince his wife. Josephine’s beautiful eyes still stared at her husband suspiciously. She was convinced that Nicko had something to do with all this. “Is that all? You’re so confident in asking me to try talking to him about my family matters, as if you know th

Jo sat on the edge of the bed as soon as they both arrived home. Nicko, who was sitting next to her, grabbed his wife’s legs immediately and placed them on his lap and massaged them. “Hmm, that’s a relief. I thought the owner of the car would be mad at us,” Jo said, leaning against the back of the bed. “Well, so am I. Maybe Mr. Brenan has waited too long for us,” Nicko, who was still massaging his wife’s calves, said. “You must be tired,” Nicko said as he watched his wife enjoy each massage. “Aaaa! Nooo!” The sound of screaming that sounded suddenly broke the intimacy between Nicko and his wife. Josephine, who was enjoying her husband’s pampered time, and forced to lower her legs, then stood up immediately. “What’s the matter with

Hearing what Daisy said made Jo wonder. The young woman who had not cleaned her make-up yet narrowed her eyes and looked at her mother. “Mother bought some jewelry from Mrs Brighton?” Josephine asked in disbelief. Hearing Jo’s words, of course, made Daisy suddenly awkward. This middle-aged woman looked left and right, looking for something she could talk about as a distraction. “Mom, answer me! Did you buy the jewelery that Mrs. Brighton showed me at lunch at the Emerald Hotel a while ago?” Jo asked probing ly and made her mother even more awkward. Of course this aroused suspicion in Josephine, because to her knowledge, her mother had little money. Plus, his mother once said that his savings were only three hundred million, and that the savings belonged to Jo, not his mother. Daisy looked down again and b

The strange atmosphere was felt as soon as Daisy got out of the taxi. This time she came to the market, which she had only visited a few times in her life. The fishy smell of fish and meat mixed with vegetable waste pierced her nostrils. It forced this woman to use her handkerchief to cover her nose. Sometimes her body was hit by the traders and workers who were there. This Made Daisy have to wipe the part of her shirt that was touched, because she didn’t want her expensive clothes to be contaminated with germs. “Huh, why do I have to go to this place? But if I don’t come here, of course I will always keep on curious,” she thought. Daisy turned left, into an alley, following the directions on a piece of paper from the Brighton housekeeper had given her. But just a few steps into the alley, something startled her. She saw a young ma

Nicko walk with a wide step and followed his wife into the room. He had to comfort Jo, who was very upset that her mother had used her savings. He found the slender body of his beautiful wife lying face down and sobbing. The six-foot-tall owner took a seat beside him and gently stroked Jo’s head. “Honey,” he called. Slowly, Jo turned around and sit next to Nicko. Her head rested on her husband’s shoulder. “Mommy lies to me. The money I worked so hard to collect just disappeared,” she said in a sobbing voice. “Say it Jo, express all your anger,” Nicko who let his wife express all her anger, said. There is nothing more comforting for someone who is in trouble than having a good listener. He knows very well how his wife struggles to collect the coff