7

I turned my head suddenly, and in my sight, Faye Smith, who should have been busy preparing for the competition, was standing quietly behind me. She was wearing a black dress, and her eyebrows revealed a rebellious and cold look. Her upward eyes were like torches, staring straight at me.

"Husband." Her voice was soft and lingering. Suddenly, I seemed to see her transformed into a sticky and aggrieved little kitten, so lovable.

I subconsciously glanced in the direction of Shane Williams and found that he was also staring at Faye Smith with a look of amazement in his eyes. He has always been proud of his identity as the male protagonist of his novels, and even regarded himself as Faye Smith's fiancé, but when Faye Smith really stood in front of him, he seemed to see her for the first time.

Faye Smith ignored the others and walked straight towards me. She reached out to take the watch, gently put it on my hand, and then nodded with satisfaction. "I knew that you would look very beautiful in this, my husband."

"Why are you here?" I looked at Faye Smith with joy.

She curved her eyebrows and smiled, "The game was postponed due to special reasons, so I came to find you."

Before he finished speaking, Shane Williams's voice that ruined the mood sounded. " Jayce Williams , is this your girlfriend?" He looked disdainful, "You are dressed like a little girl, so you deserve this kind of stuff."

Faye Smith 's eyes suddenly turned cold, and I was speechless. After all, we had lived together under the same roof for so many years, and I knew Shane Williams's little thoughts. He saw that Faye Smith had no brand name on her body, so he presumptuously concluded that she came from a mediocre family, but he didn't know that some specially customized clothes didn't need logos at all.

Shane Williams was still pretending: "I'm not saying anything, Jayce Williams, you have such a bad vision. You chose someone like this to live a hard life... Unlike me, I will marry the daughter of the richest man and enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of my life!"

At this moment, I was surprised to see Faye Smith had a dazed look in her eyes for the first time, and the next second, she became flustered.

"Who are you? What's wrong with you?" she shouted angrily, "I won't marry you even if I'm possessed by a ghost!"

" If you're sick, tie yourself up with a rope at home and don't come out to harm others!" After saying that, she quickly grabbed my hand, and her tone was so urgent that she wanted to swear to the sky, "Hubby, don't believe his nonsense! I only have you in my heart! Even if I'm blind, I can't look down on such a scumbag!"

Before I could react, Shane Williams jumped up again: "Bah! Faye Smith is my woman, I don't want anything to do with a psychopath like you."

Before Faye Smith could fight back, Shane Williams showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "Oh, I see, you like me, and you deliberately say the opposite to attract my attention?" He said smugly, "Then your calculations are all in vain, I don't like you at all, you can't get me!"

His overflowing confidence and greasy look are comparable to those of a star with a low-profile hairstyle. I looked at Faye Smith beside me with a smile . That was the first time I saw her face stiff, as if she was force-fed something hard to swallow, and she doubted her life.

I was afraid that if I stayed any longer I would be exposed and laugh out loud, so I immediately pulled Faye Smith out. After getting into the Ferrari she drove, I told Faye Smith about Shane Williams' ridiculous remarks that he thought he was the hero of the novel and the center of the world.

Faye Smith was silent for a long time, and then asked with difficulty: "What a psycho! I don't even know him! He made up a rumor!" She said angrily, "Letting such a person wander around on the street constitutes a crime of endangering social security!"

She lowered her head and rested her chin on my shoulder: " Jayce Williams , you know that I only like you. He died unjustly, you should comfort my injured little heart..." Faye Smith arched her body in grievance, kept approaching me, and held my hand tightly. The temperature in the car gradually rose until I felt the restless little movement on my waist, and my face flushed.

I raised my hand and pulled the man out: "Speak properly and don't act like a hooligan!"

"Doing intimate things with your husband, can it be called hooliganism?" Faye Smith responded confidently, but she stopped obediently under my sharp threat, "I was wrong."

I was relieved and mentioned the multi-million project. At that time, I was careful and took a photo as evidence. Faye Smith looked at the photo of the project book on her phone and narrowed her eyes. The last signature was indeed Faye Smith 's name, but it was not her handwriting, and there was no formal stamp on it. Obviously, the imposter must have appeared next to Faye Smith .

"Honey, I will definitely give you an explanation for this." I stroked her long hair and watched her hold my hand tightly, with a slight smile on her face. No matter who the hero of a novel is, or who the center of the world is, what's mine is mine, and no one can take my Faye Smith away.

After so many days of sweet dreams, some people should wake up. The show is about to begin.