Chapter 202

He must still be busy, otherwise I would just video call him directly.

I put my phone further away, took a selfie, and sent it to him.

Two minutes later, he replied to the message.

“My wife looked really beautiful today.”

Even though I saw such praise through the screen, my face still turned red, and the corners of my lips couldn’t help but curl up.

I asked him, “Are you busy?”

A few minutes later, he replied: “Hmm, I’ll come pick you up after I finish my work. Take care of yourself and don’t catch a cold.”

“Okay, you go ahead.”

After sending this message, I suddenly felt playful and quickly sent him two words: “Husband!!!”

Emma, in reality, she didn’t dare use that kind of coquettish voice to call her husband, so she could only send a text message.

I don’t know if he could feel my “coquetry.”

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but smile foolishly.

Sometimes it was actually quite fun to tease Reynaldo.

But after I sent it, he didn’t reply for half a day.

I thought he was busy and wouldn’t reply, but unexpectedly he suddenly called directly.

I hurriedly answered the call and asked him, “Are you done with your work?”

The man on the other end of the phone remained silent for a while, breathing heavily.

I stared for a moment, “Reynaldo?”

Reynaldo finally spoke, his deep voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness, “Read out the message you just sent.”

Huh?

What does it mean?!

“Um… Well, you go ahead and busy yourself first.”

“It’s not this one.”

Um…

“Husband?”

“It’s not like that,” Reynaldo’s voice was hoarse with a hint of restraint, “just like the last message, that tone, come on, say it to me.”

No, isn’t this man busy? Why are you nitpicking my tone with me?

“Be good, wife, I want to listen.” The man’s voice was soft, with a hint of coaxing.

Emma just wanted to tease him at first, to add some fun to his busy schedule, but little did she know he would take it seriously.

I said, “I’ll call you next time.”

“No,” Reynaldo said, aggrieved and determined, “I want to hear it now. Be a good wife and call it out for me. I’ll let you bully me again.”

I:…

He also said…

I bullied him last time, and in return, he spent a whole day and night finding ways to retaliate.

I’m scared, I’m really scared.

I laughed and said, “You go busy, I’m going to a party.”

I was about to hang up the phone after saying that.

He stopped me again, breathing heavily, his tone seductive, “Darling, I really want to hear.”

I couldn’t stand his “soft words and coaxing” the most.

The repeated calls of “wife” made my bones feel a little soft.

I pursed my lips and shouted at my phone, “Honey!!!”

The other end of the phone suddenly went silent, and I could only hear the deep sound of breathing.

I was puzzled for a while.

What’s up? Did I not shout to his liking?

Thinking about it, I called out to him in a more coquettish tone, “Honey!!!”

The breathing on the other end of the phone became even heavier.

He finally spoke, his hoarse voice clearly tinged with a hint of restraint: “You are just a fairy. I really want to now.”

“Stop!”

I hastily interrupted his next harsh words, muttered to him, “It was you who told me to call you that way, and now you’re calling me a demon, Reynaldo, I will never call you that again.”