CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 157: TEASING

It seems that the requirements for appearance have become an unchangeable habit or a hereditary trait within their family.

After the Bennett family left, William Foster immediately sent a message to his little wife.

William Foster: [Baby, I’m sorry, there was something that held me up just now. Have you arrived at the hotel yet?] Behind the text lay a hidden note of apology and concern, as if he was eagerly awaiting her reply.

At this time, Clara Bennett was taking a bath and picked up her phone to reply with a voice message: [I’m here, in the bathroom.]

Though her message was only a few words, it was enough to reassure William Foster.

Knowing she was bathing, William had an idea and decided to give her a video call.

While dialing, he eagerly anticipated her reaction.

Clara laughed, hung up, and replied: [Why the sudden video call?]

Her curiosity was piqued by this unexpected request, and she swiftly typed a response on her screen.

William Foster: [Other couples video call while on business trips, I want to do it too.]

He said earnestly in front of the screen, as if this was a simple and reasonable request.

Clara: [But you can’t see anything, why bother with the trouble?]

She teased William playfully, seemingly in no rush to agree to his request.

William Foster: [Don’t you want to see me?]

There was a trace of coquettishness in his words, as if pleading in the softest way.

Clara intentionally teased him: [What if I say no?]

A smile tugged at her lips, clearly enjoying this light and pleasant conversation between them.

William Foster: [Then I’ll really cry.]

On the other side of the screen, he exaggeratedly put on an expression like he was about to shed tears, even though he knew she was teasing him, he willingly played along.

Since boarding the plane, she had been thinking about him, and hearing this, she couldn’t help but gnash her teeth lightly.

The subtle feeling made her both amused and heartbroken, her mood becoming somewhat complicated.

Honestly, she kind of...

wanted to see him cry.

This thought made Clara feel that, for this husband of hers, she might indeed be a bit eccentric.

In the end, she answered the video call, and William Foster picked up as he wished, "Baby."

Seeing his wife on the screen, his eyes were filled with love and satisfaction.

Clara asked, "Is there anyone else in the room? I’m completely bare in the bathtub right now."

She playfully winked, not feeling embarrassed by such a bold move.

William Foster: "Don’t worry, it’s just me. Is my little wife taking a flower bath?"

He gently reassured her, hoping she would feel at ease.

Clara propped her phone aside and said, "No, I’m using a bath bomb."

She explained in a natural and calm tone.

William Foster: "What’s that?"

He showed keen interest in this new item.

Clara: "Throw a bath bomb into the water, and the whole tub turns into an essential oil pool; it has many benefits. I just put one in for whitening."

She explained in detail, her face filled with a satisfied expression.

As she spoke, Clara lifted her long legs in the bathtub, water and bubbles flowing down her legs.

She glanced around and said, "Seems to be working a bit."

There was a hint of pride in her voice.

Across from her, William Foster: "..."

His throat tightened, his gaze naturally fixated on her on the screen, unable to look away.

William’s heartbeat unconsciously quickened, although he knew he needed to remain calm, inside he was a whirlwind of emotion.

William’s heart was gradually igniting, the physical reaction made him helplessly aware that this was self-inflicted.

Despite knowing he couldn’t resist Clara’s allure, he still chose to continue the call, truly making things difficult for himself.

The recorded video from William vividly exemplified this point.

Now he could only rely on his hearing and voice to gauge her situation, under these circumstances, everything was challenging.

Because he "couldn’t see," Clara was completely at ease during this video call.

Her actions were free and relaxed, not considering William’s feelings at that moment.

In front of him, she stood up directly to shower, with no intention of covering up.

William could even see a faint red mark on her waist, which if not mistaken, was a mark he left before.

That mark stood out on her fair skin, a silent imprint, continuously evoking his memories.

That posture was simply too tempting.

Clara seemed to have no intention of covering up, her every subtle movement stirred an irresistible urge in William.

His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and his breathing became increasingly heated.

When Clara walked out of the bathroom, she noticed William on the other side was unusually quiet, seeming a bit off.

Her face showed a puzzled expression, tilting her head to carefully observe him.

"Why is your face red?"

Clara innocently asked.

William was struck by her adorable demeanor, taking a deep breath to try and steady himself.

"It’s nothing."

His deep voice attempted to mask his nervousness.

Clara blinked her moist eyes, a sudden flash of insight passed through her thoughts, and she covered her mouth, laughing as she asked: "Could it be because you heard the sound of water in the bathroom, so..."

Her expression carried a mischievous glint, clearly enjoying herself.

William froze upon hearing this, a sense of helplessness rising in his heart.

"..."

He didn’t know how to respond, feeling somewhat wronged.

Mr. William Foster felt wronged, Mr. William Foster couldn’t be that easily swayed.

Not only did he hear the sound, but also saw the images, that’s the true reason.

At this moment, he felt embarrassed and awkward, not wanting to admit the truth at all.

"It’s not like that, I didn’t."

William stubbornly denied, although he knew these arguments seemed so weak in front of Clara.

Clara seemed to have seen through his thoughts; she ran back to bed, curled up, and said, "Yes, you did."

Her words carried a mischievous smile, as if she had caught a little secret of his that wasn’t to be revealed.

William covered his face, as if he was begging for mercy, his emotions were incredibly complex.

"Is it fun teasing me?"

His voice mingled with helplessness and frustration.

"Quite fun."

Clara said enthusiastically, as if she had discovered something novel, "Do you want some time to handle it?"

Her eyes sparkled with a playful light, openly anticipating his response.

William gritted his teeth, inwardly sighing, how can you be so— so naughty.

Alright, he wouldn’t hold back either.

Clara still wanted to tease William a bit more but was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

She was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening, turning to go answer the door.

Seeing Clara turn to leave the bedroom, William quickly reminded her: "You’re still wearing a bathrobe, don’t open the door!"

Clara turned her head back, her lips curling with a hint of a teasing smile: "Afraid of me being seen?"