Chapter 1896: Chapter 1896

Chapter 1896: Chapter 1908: Joan Wellington’s Assist

Meanwhile, Winston, driving away, parked the car in the underground garage.

But instead of getting out immediately, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The man’s lips, which had been pressed straight, finally curved into a smile.

Although the curve still appeared cold, the deep blue eyes were no longer as indifferent as before and were tinged with a barely noticeable warmth.

“Joan, are you up?” A low, magnetic voice asked, with a hint of affection amidst its coolness.

On the other end, Joan Wellington’s playful, complaining voice came through, “What time is it now? Of course, I’m up… Winston, don’t think I can’t see you smirking just because I’m not there. I’m not a lazy pig who sleeps until now!”

It’s just that on previous occasions, she stayed up late watching dramas, and coincidentally when Winston came back from missions in the early morning, he found her still awake and would just toss her onto the bed… Ahem… They made love several times. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel·fıre·net

Being unable to get up the next day, oversleeping, is nothing unusual.

This doesn’t happen often; it mostly occurs when he’s on a mission.

But this serious man took it as a handle against her… almost every time he called home, he’d ask, “Are you up yet?”

As if she really were a lazy pig who stays in bed?

On the other side, Winston raised a soft smile, which was completely contrary to the cold, distant image he had when facing others outside.

He laughed low and said, “Joan, no matter what you are, even if you’re a little lazy pig, I still like you.”

Gosh, her cold-faced killer started sweet-talking again.

Clearly a man so indifferent that makes people think he lacks emotions, yet every time… Hmm, when he starts sweet-talking, his low, sultry voice makes her blush.

Joan Wellington rubbed her slightly blushing face and said into the phone, “You… you should stop talking nonsense. I’m not a lazy pig…”

“Hmm, if you say you’re not, then you’re not,” Winston’s voice was cool, deep, and hoarse.

The sound made Joan’s heart tremble.

Oh dear, how annoying—she missed her husband!

Joan Wellington pouted into the phone, “Husband, how are things on your side? Has Molly been successfully handed over to Skye Brown?”

“Skye… Brown…” Winston’s cool blue eyes flashed with doubt, “She doesn’t look like the photo; she’s not long-haired. If there’s no other Skye Brown, it should have been delivered.”

Joan Wellington almost rolled her eyes hearing her husband’s report.

A top-level assassin, yet face blind—as evidenced by the time he kidnapped Lily and had to look at the photo for ages.

In the process, he happened to remember the face of his future wife, Joan Wellington.

“Husband, there are many people with the same name in this world. You can’t just remember names, hair, and clothes—these are changeable. You need to remember faces, so you won’t mistake people, understand?”

Joan Wellington tirelessly gave her cold-faced killer husband the Nth lesson on recognizing people.

She really felt it was a long, challenging path ahead.

Finally, after finding out that Skye Brown had returned, she, as a sister, planned to have her husband do a good deed by reconciling Skye with her brother.

This wouldn’t just be a good deed; it would also be a chance for Winston to earn goodwill from her brother.

At such a crucial moment, Winston was telling her he wasn’t sure if the woman who took Molly was Skye Brown!

And yet, Winston, in a serious tone with his cool, magnetic voice, explained, “I only need to remember your face… Others aren’t important.”

Joan Wellington was furious.

“What do you mean others aren’t important? Even if you’re on a mission and can’t identify the target, is that still unimportant? And do you still want to earn my brother’s favor, do you want the Wellington family’s recognition? What about our daughter Jasmine? You can’t even tell Jasmine and Yana apart, can you really call yourself her Daddy?”

Jasmine is their daughter.

But sadly, Winston couldn’t immediately recognize which girl was Jasmine and which was Yana Lucas.

Every time, he’d have to pause for a few seconds until Jasmine cried out “Daddy” for him to distinguish.

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