Chapter 49 - Lord Of Fries and Someone's Wife

Karl exhaled sharply, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "No."

Chillie Jean arched an elegant brow. "No?"

He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms. "Rebecca's a housewife. She doesn't work. Johnson is the only thing keeping her financially stable. If I expose the affair… then what?"

Chillie made a thoughtful noise, tapping her gloved fingers against her cheek. "Ah, yes. The tragic tale of the dependent housewife—so delicate, so fragile. Mustn't let her suffer, must we?"

Karl's jaw tightened. "It's not about that."

"Isn't it?" Chillie let out a slow, mocking chuckle. "Oh, how noble you are, Lord of Fries. Sparing the poor, clueless wife from the harsh truth. Letting her continue playing the role of a happy little fool while her dear husband buries himself between another woman's thighs."

Karl scowled but didn't answer.

Chillie's smirk widened. She leaned in, her golden eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.