Chapter 242: Can't Distinguish Between Dreams and Reality_1

Although Claudia Ross quickly let go, that disgusting feeling had already lingered in the palm of her hand.

She grimaced, opening her purse in revulsion to take out a wet wipe for her hand.

So disgusting, utterly disgusting!

His attempt at being a rogue having backfired, Wyatt Perry couldn't help but give a rueful laugh, his handsome face flushed with a suspicious red.

"Wyatt Perry, you sick pervert, open the door and let me go, or I won't be polite," Claudia Ross was nearly driven mad by Wyatt Perry.

She must have been blinded by bacon grease to have married him in the first place.

She felt shame and guilt that little An had such a perverted father.

Wyatt Perry had no intention of opening the door, speaking slowly, "You were questioning my ability, weren't you? I just wanted to show you that there's no problem with my ability, definitely not inferior to Mark Reed's."

What was he even talking about?

Claudia Ross couldn't keep up with Wyatt Perry's erratic train of thought.