My Fabulous Wife

Chapter 062 The style of a big brother
"If you understand that, I can let you go immediately." Glen said quite respectfully.
Fiona raised her eyes and sneered, "Do I dare not understand?"
Glen smiled faintly, "If only she understood, let her go."
"Yes."
The bodyguard immediately stepped forward and untied the ropes.
Fiona coldly ripped the rope off her body and threw it to the ground as she strided out.
Waynett's courtyard.It is large in size,including small three-room cottage, study, bedroom and living room.The whole room was
clean and tidy ,in black and white, oozing with asceticism, just like Waynett himself.
"Go to bed to have a rest."
Waynett's chin lifted to the bed in dark black .
Annette pursed her lips, her clear, penetrating eyes falling on the black leather sofa, and whispered, "I'll sleep on the sofa, tell me
when the old lady wakes up and I'll go back for a review."
Waynett didn't push her, he took a blanket from the cupboard and handed it to her, "A new one."
"Thanks."
Annette put the thermos on the coffee table, took the blanket and turned to the couch.
Shaking out the blanket, she lay down on her side, face out, and closed her eyes.
Waynett looked at the girl who moved naturally and couldn't help curling up the corner of his mouth.
The girl's long, dense lashes cast a shadow under her slightly green eyes, and her skin was so white and beautiful.
Glen walked to the door of bedroom and saw his master staring at Annette.
He was about to leave quietly, not to disturb his master's admiration to the beauty.

Waynett tilted his head and Glen moved to watch the man walk out with one hand in his pocket and gently close the door.
Glen lowered his voice and said respectfully, "Young Master, Fiona’s been dismissed from Dr.Joyce."
Waynett's dark eyes were cold, "From now on, Fiona will not be allowed near the old lady."
Glen: "Yes."
After two seconds of silence, Waynett ordered again, "Have the kitchen make something sweet."
The corner of Glen's eye twitched, "Yes."
What's going on? Is his master serious? Not knowing how long have slept.
Annette opened her eyes and sat up slowly, the blanket slipped off and she grabbed to put it on the sofa.
Across the room, Waynett was half leaning against the bed, his eyes closed, not sure if he was asleep or not.
Annette pinched the corners of her eyes, walked gingerly to the balcony, took cigarette out of her pocket to light,and put it in the
corner of the mouth.
Leaning against the carved white railing, she took her phone and tapped on a game.
The girl's shoulder-length hair hangs lazily behind her shoulders, the side of her face in the smoke, hidden and revealing
mystery.
Her eyebrows were downcast, loose and casual, and quite cold.
Waynett just watched in silence, he had seen many women smoking.
But it was only Annette, innocent and seductive.
He didn't know what happened the other day when he heard her and Chris going to the mall and thought they were dating.For
Annette, Chris is probably not even a younger brother to her.
More like a giant baby.

Suddenly, the girl raised her eyes and looked at him slowly, clean, pure eyes, as calm as a cold pool, dark and deep, with a
bone-chilling coldness .
Waynett's eyes pause for a moment, and then, smiled to her from a long distance.
Annette raised her eyebrows slightly, bent down to put out her cigarette in the ashtray, put her phone away and walked
carelessly into the bedroom.