As soon as she entered the house, Evelyn Bennett put on a stern face and started to interrogate him: “You seem pretty close with that food delivery girl, huh? I didn’t expect you to be so popular. Should I clear out a space for you two?” She was fuming inside—after all, he was her husband. Even if there wasn’t much affection between them, seeing him get cozy with another woman was definitely unpleasant, especially considering her own less-than-attractive looks. Hmph, can’t you set your sights a little higher? At the very least… uh, actually, no one is good enough!

This just showed how strong the little wife’s possessiveness was.

Brian Harris didn’t have time to secretly gloat. He straightened his back and declared righteously, “Let’s get this straight—I have absolutely nothing to do with her. She was the one who grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go! Do you know what my friends call me? The upright gentleman Mr. Harris. Affairs? That’s got nothing to do with me. Impossible.”

“All you do is talk nonsense all day. Tch, who would believe you?” Evelyn Bennett curled her lip.

Brian Harris wasn’t having it: “You can insult me, but you can’t insult my character. With that woman? Oh, please! You’re trampling on my dignity, slandering my soul.” Then, his expression quickly changed to a lazy, narcissistic look as he lounged on the leather sofa, switching from defense to offense: “Heh, you care so much about my business—could it be you’ve fallen for me? You should’ve said so earlier! With my charm, I bet I could win you over in a month. Hmph, just give in already.”

“Who—who’s fallen for you?” Evelyn Bennett gritted her teeth, but on the surface, she just shot him a casual glance as if she didn’t care at all: “You can be with whoever you want, it’s none of my business. Next time, bring a woman home so I can have a look.”

However, if he really did bring a woman home, Brian Harris wasn’t sure he’d live to see the next day. Women—they always say one thing and mean another. Brian Harris knew this all too well.

Dinner had already been steamed before the little wife got home. He took out the bowls and chopsticks, served the food, and only then called his freshly washed wife to the table. Every day was the same routine, like going through the motions or replaying a scene. The two of them didn’t speak during the meal, and as usual, Brian Harris cleaned up and washed the dishes afterward, almost like a housewife.

The evening passed in dullness. Evelyn Bennett returned to her own room from the study on the second floor to get ready for bed. With their strange relationship, of course they slept in separate rooms. After the previous peeping incident, the little wife locked her door tight.

Brian Harris’s bedroom was directly across from hers. Lying on a waterbed big enough for three, he couldn’t help but sigh to himself: “Is this what marriage is? Is this the thing I, Brian Harris, have dreamed of? Heh, it doesn’t feel quite right. Am I just too unreliable? That can’t be it, can it?”

If Evelyn Bennett heard this, she’d probably sigh even more than he did: “You finally said something human.”

Should he go to the newspaper office or not?

Brian Harris was an orphan, raised in an orphanage since childhood. He’d already experienced all the ups and downs of life. Yet his greatest ambition was to marry a gentle, virtuous wife and have a decent job.

He’d achieved a quarter of his dream—he had a wife, but “gentle and virtuous” was nowhere to be found. At best, she was half of that. As for work, it seemed like he had something lined up, but…

“I really do need a job.” He dug out his long-unused blue press card and added with a bitter smile, “But I really don’t want to be a reporter again.”

You know, getting a press card isn’t easy. You have to work at a legitimate newspaper or TV station for over a year, plus pass a notoriously tough written exam.

With his thoughts in a jumble, Brian Harris drifted off to sleep, deciding to just go with the flow…

Chapter 7: As Long As You Can “Do” the Job

Today was Sunday. The little wife’s days off were irregular—she was the mayor, after all, and always busy. Who knew how late she’d worked in her room last night? After washing up, Brian Harris wandered around the living room on the first floor, busying himself with things men usually didn’t do—preparing breakfast.

He’d bought bread, sausages, and the like in advance. Just as he finished making the milk, the little wife finished getting dressed. She sat down and started eating without ceremony, her manners elegant and poised.

It was the same style of black suit, but her hair wasn’t up. To avoid suspicion, Evelyn Bennett usually put her hair up in the car. Otherwise, if the neighbors found out the beautiful mayor lived here, who knew what kind of commotion it would cause.

Speaking of the little wife’s changing hairstyles, it was almost like a disguise—the difference was so great that Brian Harris was left speechless.

“Drive safe, and remember to go slow,” Brian Harris reminded her as she was about to leave. Evelyn Bennett’s delicate body trembled slightly. Is he actually concerned about me? This was the first time she’d heard such words—words that should be natural between husband and wife. Caught off guard, she didn’t know how to respond, so she just replied coldly with a simple “Mm.”

Watching the black 7-series BMW speed away, Brian Harris finally looked away. “Can’t even say a kind word. I’m not caring about you just because you lent me 500 yuan, hmph.” But no matter how you looked at it, his expression was totally fake.

He wasn’t supposed to start work until tomorrow, and he still hadn’t decided whether to go or not. Wandering aimlessly through the streets, it was already five in the afternoon. Figuring it was time to head home, he suddenly noticed a building ahead that looked like a luxury hotel—it caught Old Harris’s attention.