"Raymond, what on earth are you crazy about?" Vivian thought Raymond was just being unreasonable. She had endured the pain to get to this point. What else did he want?

This "You're unreasonable" look infuriated Raymond, and he pressed the button, and the door on Vivian's side opened automatically. "Get off and think about what you did wrong!"

Vivian waited for Raymond's perfect profile and gritted her teeth, saying, "I've told you I won't cause you any more trouble. What else do you want?"

Raymond seemed extremely impatient. His fingers tapped the steering wheel. After a long while, he said, "Don't forget your identity." What about her pride? What about her pride? How could she give in like this?

In fact, Raymond himself couldn't figure out what was going on. On the one hand, he felt Vivian was causing endless trouble, but on the other hand, when he heard her promise, he was not happy but annoyed.

So he needs to be quiet.

Vivian was never a pestering person. She gritted her teeth and actually got out of the car with the jewelry box in her arms, walking to the other side of the road without looking back.

Seeing Vivian actually get out of the car, Raymond seemed to be lost in thought for five seconds, then closed the door and sped away.

And it was only then that Vivian realized she had forgotten her handbag and was penniless!

Thinking of this, Vivian was so angry that she kicked a stone by the roadside, but unfortunately, she didn't kick the stone and instead hurt her foot.

She wanted to be proud and not turn to anyone, but reason told her that it was very dangerous for her to walk down the street with such a valuable thing all by herself. In desperation, Vivian had no choice but to lower her head and call the butler.

The butler, who received Vivian's call, was puzzled but quickly sent a driver to pick her up.

When she got home, she didn't say a word and went back to her house with her jewelry box, not even responding to the butler's call.

She threw herself into the bed, feeling depressed.

Is this marriage right or wrong? Why is she not at all sure now?

And Raymond, coming back to the company in a low mood, makes everyone in the company feel insecure.

When Mason pushed the door open, he happened to see Raymond holding his phone, looking rather hesitant, and was astonished:

"What's wrong with this! Could it be that our Mr.Steven is being snubbed by his wife?"

Facing his friend, Raymond relaxed a little and glared at him without saying a word.

When Mason saw this, his curiosity grew even stronger. He had never seen Raymond look so dispirited before.

Could it be that he hit the nail on the head?

He immediately put his face close to Raymond and said with a cheeky grin, "Come on, there's a party at the Dark Night Bar tonight. It's been a long time since you've been seen in the underworld, and the guys are missing you. If you don't go today, you're really not giving me any face."

Although Raymond was not very interested in Mason's activities, he just didn't want to go home for no reason. He nodded whatever Mason had arranged.

"It's so boring. Can't your beautiful sister-in-law soften your cold heart?" Mason quipped, his eyes rolled, and enthusiastically suggested, "If you don't want to go, then let the brothers go to your house tonight and see your sister-in-law."

"Go to the bar." Raymond's face was darker. The image of Vivian getting out of the car flashed through his mind, and he felt even worse.

Seeing Raymond's kind words, which are rarely seen in eight hundred years, Mason was so excited that he jumped up and called his bad friends, and with ill intentions, said, "Get a few more pretty girls tonight. Our Mr.Steven is probably in a bad mood recently because his sexual needs haven't been met."

At the beginning of the night wind, the Windows of the House of Steven's ancestral home were not closed, and the white silk curtains were blown up, and it was rather desolate.

Vivian sat alone at a table that was a dozen meters high. The dishes in front of her, though not as sumptuous as a Manchu-Han feast, were probably not much worse.

She had not even picked up her chopsticks, and there was a tinge of loneliness in her listless eyes as she whispered, "If you don't want to eat, take them all away."

The maidservants standing aside looked at each other anxiously and persuaded, "Madam, you should at least eat a little. You haven't eaten all day today. If you fall ill, Sir Will scold us again."

Hearing the maid say this, Vivian couldn't help laughing and shook her head in self-mockery, not wanting to say a word.

"Madam..." The maid tried to persuade her again, but she was interrupted by Vivian, who waved her hand feebly and said, "I'm going back to my room. If you are hungry, sit down and have a little."

When Vivian went back to her room, she looked at her phone, but there was no response.

At this moment, in the dark night bar, red lights, green wine.

Graceful ladies sway their seductive figures, DJS play with the passionate electronic music of the rioters on stage, the whole place is boiling with excitement except for Raymond, who is sitting alone in a box drinking.

"Mr.Steven, what's wrong with you? Don't the sisters meet your expectations?" " A few fearless princesses, smiling, came close to him, showing off their postures and teasing.

Mason, who had seen Raymond looking at his phone countless times, said, "I'm afraid your Mr.Steven is not in the mood to play with you today. He's probably being sidelined by his wife."

Hearing his friend's words, Raymond finally had a reaction.

He gave Mason a cold look and no longer refused the princess's approach.

At the drinking party, with beautiful women by his side, the group played until the early hours of the morning.

Vivian was really exhausted when she returned to her room, and before she knew it, she fell asleep on the bed without changing her clothes.

When she opened her eyes drowsily, picked up the phone beside her and checked the time, it was already one o 'clock in the morning!

Vivian, you should be a good wife and mother! A good wife should care about her husband who doesn't come home in the middle of the night!

Using this excuse for herself, Vivian finally made up her mind to call Raymond.

At this point, there were already seven or eight empty vodka bottles in front of Raymond, and Mason, in a sorry state, helped him up and walked out of the door, ready to take him to the hotel.

How could he be sent home to trouble his sister-in-law in such a state of drinking?

Coincidentally, in the next second, the phone that had been left on the sofa rang.

So when the call was connected, instead of Raymond's voice, Vivian heard a strange female voice, "Hello."

"Who are you?" Vivian frowned. Was it Raymond who lost his phone? Thinking of the important information in his phone, Vivian had no time to be angry.

The princess, who had been fortunate enough to get close to Raymond's arms, thought of the man's good looks and wealth and, for some reason, asked in return, "Who are you?"

"I am his wife!" Vivian had an ominous premonition, but still said calmly.

"Ha ha." " The girl sneered, and the note on her phone was not his wife at all. She seemed to be a woman who, like herself, wanted to rise to power. "What a coincidence! I'm his wife too."

Before Vivian could react, the call was cut off.

The bar girl, thinking she had given her a warning, accidentally deleted Vivian's call records and blacklisted her name.

How could Vivian have been humiliated like this? Raymond didn't come home and asked another woman who claimed to be his wife to answer the phone.

Was this his punishment for her?

Thinking of the day when Raymond felt troubled, Vivian thought it was ridiculous.

"Bastard!"

The pillow at hand was smashed hard against the wall.

Even if her marriage to Raymond was just a contract, she couldn't tolerate him betraying her and trampling on her pride and dignity.

Vivian took a deep look out of the window at the night, a vast expanse of black like ghostly mockery, and held the still warm phone in her hand.

She was as if struck by a bolt of lightning, angry, dull, and eager to go to Raymond for an explanation right now.

She tossed and turned all night and finally decided to go downstairs and wait for Raymond.

But the drunk Raymond had no idea what had happened that night and didn't even notice that his phone was missing.

Waking up from a hangover, he had a splitting headache, washed his face with cold water and drove home.