All Chapters of The Silent Wife of The CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Wait a minute, Lili. I haven't explained anything to Zoe yet." Wolf held back to prevent Lili from getting too enthusiastic."Oh? I thought you'd already explained everything. She's the one who has to choose, right?" Lili released Zoe's hand disappointedly."I'll talk to her first." Wolf looked around, searching for a quieter place to talk."Sit down first. I'll go to the kitchen to order some food." Clay asked them to sit on the sofa."I'll go upstairs to get the tablet." Lili also left the living room so they could talk alone."Zoe, I invited you to meet Lili today because she's a fashion designer. She has her own brand and boutique here, and it's quite famous, even though it's only been a few years. I asked her to prepare various clothes and costumes for you to choose from," explained Wolf.In addition to musical skills, Wolf was also concerned about appearance. Clothes and costumes were crucial in the world of entertainment—whether for singers, actors, or actresses."Today, we'll

"Wow!"Wolf muttered as he observed how Zoe cursed without a pause. He was accustomed to swearing, but mostly in his mind. What he was witnessing now was truly remarkable. Zoe continued to curse loudly for about a minute. Being a singer, her vocal strength and breath endurance were impressive.Wolf was relieved they weren't in a densely populated area. Otherwise, neighbors might have called the police complaining about the noise. Zoe's curses echoed around the open pool area."HEY! ARE YOU NUTS?! Why are you screaming here?!"Wolf heard a shout and looked up. A head with an angry face peeked out from a window. Clearly, Zoe's yelling disturbed someone. Wolf initially thought it was Clay, but then realized Clay couldn't have turned young again. It was Dustin, Clay's eldest son."Sorry."Wolf waved at him, and Dustin sneered before slamming the window shut. Zoe had screamed right under his bedroom window, so he must have heard every curse.Wolf looked back at Zoe, who was now standing st

"What are you doing to her?!" Sara snapped as soon as she heard the report from Wolf about Zoe fainting. Accusing without hesitation."Focus on the positive, Sara! I got her to talk! Zoe can talk and sing now. That should be your focus. Now explain to me what made her faint." Wolf demanded back."Do you think I have some superpower that allows me to see Zoe's condition from thousands of miles away? You took her to the hospital, didn't you? Ask the doctor there, not me!" Sara retorted, sounding irritated because Wolf was entirely unreasonable.Wolf sighed. He was well aware that the question was absurd. But his mind could only produce such absurd thoughts at the moment. It was too chaotic."Now tell me what happened, and don't leave anything out. Everything!" Sara hissed threateningly."Mmm... Upon hearing a baby crying, Zoe became disturbed and covered her ears, even though we were outside. I asked her to calm down, and suddenly she screamed about what Max did, using harsh and long cu

"Do you want to choose a color? Red? Black? Brunette? Or maybe a brighter blonde? I actually like your current hair color. It's a shame you want to cover it up."Albert pointed to the array of wigs beside him, asking Zoe to choose. His salon had perfectly accommodated Zoe's request. Zoe could freely choose from about thirty different hair styles in various colors."Hmm... red is too bright," Zoe murmured. She didn't want Iris to remember the incident with the gym friend who spilled a drink on her shoulder."Okay, eliminate that." Albert removed all the red colors, leaving around twenty options."Your hair is beautiful and healthy; do we really have to do this?" Albert asked. It was the umpteenth time he had said it. He still didn't want to cover it up.But Zoe couldn't appear with blonde hair, as blonde hair was what made her look like Zoe Anderson. Zoe didn't want to wear heavy makeup and risk going unrecognized, like when she disguised herself as Iris's gym friend. She still wanted

"You look like shit! Are you a vampire or something?"Clay honestly assessed Wolf's appearance as he approached. Despite being in the middle of a golf course, basking in the sunlight, Wolf stood out in his all-black attire—a black jacket, black pants, black shoes, and black sunglasses. His face looked pale, adding a vampiric touch to his ensemble."When was the last time you took a shower?" Clay asked, examining Wolf once again. It turned out that Wolf looked disheveled beyond imagination.Wolf just shrugged, then sat on the golf cart Clay was driving, leaning against one of its posts."Are you hungover or something?" Clay inquired.Wolf groaned. His head was indeed pounding from excessive drinking, but he was coherent enough to understand what Clay was saying. He had managed to drag his own body this far onto the golf course, so physically, Wolf wasn't weak. His disheveled appearance was more of a psychological issue."You said you wanted to meet, and now you show up like this?" Clay