My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

On the other side of the ward, Violet couldn’t help but frown as soon as the door was closed. “What does Robert want?” Megan shook her head. She did not want to talk about it. “Nothing. He

likes to have fun. Just it. He didn’t make things difficult for me. You have to

go

back quickly. You still have to work tomorrow!”

Violet's eyes flashed. “Alright then. Have a good rest. Call me if anything happens!”

Megan nodded. “Alright, got it. Hurry up and leave!”

Violet went out. Just as she closed the door, she saw Patrick walking out of

the ward next door.

The two of them looked at each other and then looked away at the same

time.

Violet pinched her fingers. She didn’t do anything wrong, so why did she have to act like she was guilty?RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

At the thought of this, she turned around and walked toward the elevator as if no one was around.

Patrick followed behind her without a word.

The two of them entered the elevator at the same time. Violet looked at the two figures on the elevator wall and felt quite uncomfortable.

Ever since Patrick warned her not to have any improper thoughts toward him, she felt inexplicably suffocated when she was with him.

She moved to the side. Patrick could not help but frown. “Am | that scary?”

Violet's feet stiffened slightly. “Mr. Hersey, you’re thinking too much!”

Patrick looked at Violet and felt inexplicably frustrated. “It’s off hours. You don’t have to call me that!”

Violet nodded. “Alright, Mr. Hersey!”

Patrick’s face darkened. He did not plan to continue to correct her. “You don’t have to avoid me like this. | won’t eat you!” Violet quickly shook her head. “No, Mr. Hersey. I’m just afraid that I'll affect your mood!”

Patrick frowned with a dark expression. Then, he heard Violet continue, “By the way, | called Mr. Foster over for dinner this afternoon because | didn’t know you were next door. If | knew you were next door, | would reject Mr. Foster!”

Violet had made it clear that she did not invite Patrick to have dinner in the next ward this afternoon, nor did she intend to initiate a conversation with him.

Patrick's face darkened.

At this moment, the elevator door opened. He snorted and strode toward the parking lot.

Violet was dumbfounded. Did she say something wrong again?

How could this person have such a bad temper?

She pouted and walked toward her car,

Patrick’s car happened to be parked beside Violet's car.

Violet saw that Patrick’s car sped off furiously, like his temper. She slowly started the car and drove away from the hospital in the darkness.

Violet thought that Patrick would definitely return home earlier than her.

In the end, when she returned to Hersey Court, Patrick had just entered and put down the car keys.

Violet went in to change her shoes and saw Patrick walk into the living

room.

Just as she was about to change her shoes and go upstairs, she heard the butler say to Patrick, “Sir, I’ve bought the shower gel and shampoo you. wanted!”

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Violet suddenly remembered that Patrick had asked her what shampoo and shower gel she was used to using at breakfast. She stopped in her tracks and instinctively looked at Patrick and the butler.

When Patrick saw Violet looking at him, he immediately felt uncomfortable. He felt a little embarrassed and said in an angry to you bought it, so be it. You don’t have to report this to me!”

Violet's eyes flashed. Was it her illusion?

Why did she feel that Patrick was a little angry with shame?

The butler did not expect Patrick to suddenly flare up. He quickly nodded. “Alright, sir. I’ll pay attention in the future!”

Patrick walked past Violet and was about to go upstairs with a dark expression.

Violet felt that the butler had been wronged for no reason. She could not help but ask Patrick, “Did you buy the shampoo and shower gel I

mentioned this morning?”

Patrick stopped in his tracks. “You're thinking too much!”

“Oh,” Violet replied, “I was wrong. I’m sorry, | didn’t mean anything else. It just wanted to tell you that the shampoo and shower gel | mentioned this morning are for ladies. If you need, | can recommend those for men to you!”

This would save him the trouble of feeling these smelled too good for him. and venting his anger on the butler.

Patrick said stiffly, “No need!”

With that, he strode upstairs.

Violet could not hold it in anymore. She rolled her eyes and went upstairs. unhurriedly.

In Patrick's bathroom, Patrick picked up the new shower gel and shampoo

and looked at the name. It was the ones Violet had mentioned in the

morning.

He took off his clothes and began to take a shower.

Previously, he had made it clear that he despised them, and that not use these things.

However, after he started his shower, he thought of the scene whe could sleep peacefully with Violet in his arms at night. After a few seco of silence, he took the shampoo and rinsed his hair silently.

After washing his hair, he frowned. His eyes darkened as he squeezed a handful of shower gel and rubbed it on his b*dy. Patrick thought that he should be able to sleep peacefully after taking a shower with the same shampoo and shower gel as Violet’s.

Unfortunately, he did not expect that after taking a shower, his entire b*dy smelled too good, making him feel extremely strange. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Finally, an hour later, he got up reluctantly, went to the bathroom, and took a shower. Only then did the fragrance fade a little. However, when he lay down again, he still closed his eyes but could not fall asleep!

Violet took a shower and fell asleep after lying down for a while.

When it was past midnight, she felt exceptionally thirsty. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and turned over. She opened her eyes and tried to get out of bed for a drink of water.

However, just as she reached out to turn on the light, she felt a person’s hand by the bed.

“Oh!” Violet screamed and jumped up from the bed.