Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet?

After all, the day before yesterday, the old man had still been biased, and was very dissatisfied over her forcing Jessica to apologize.

Why was he acting like a completely different person today?

Natalia thought something was off and refused without even thinking about it.

But immediately after she refused the old man, Tracy had given her a call.

She didn’t know Tracy that well, but because she was a bit closer to Wilson than most and Tracy was Wilson’s wife, their relationship was slightly better.

Tracy had called her because she wanted to invite her to a spa.

That shocked Natalia even more.

Upon asking her, she found out that it was a chain that Tracy had opened herself. Apparently there was a new massage technique they’d introduced into the spa, and it was said to be very comfortable afterwards, especially for women’s upkeep.

But she just had to invite her at such a moment.

Natalia realized it right away.

It must be that she’d declined Wilhelm’s invitation to the Kawn house earlier, so the old man was having Tracy invite her instead.

Natalia was utterly bemused at how the Kawn family was busting out all the big guns. She had her doubts, but she didn’t overthink it.

Since they’d gone this far, it would be in bad taste to decline and have them call her again afterwards, so she agreed.

That afternoon, the two arrived at a certain high-class beauty salon. After changing, two masseurs came in.

The two were in work clothes and masks. Natalia noticed one of their figures seemed familiar, but couldn’t see their features clearly through the mask, so she wasn’t sure who she was.

She didn’t overthink it, though. There was no way she knew anyone here.

The masseur’s technique really was great. Ever since she’d jumped in the water that night, Natalia had felt a bit of a chill these past couple days. Knowing she’d probably caught a cold, she’d taken some medicine and was a bit drowsy.

Under such a good massage, she grew even more sleepy.

So, after a while, she actually drifted off.

clue of how much shock the person massaging

treatment took

woken

that she’d be so comfortable she’d

she got a membership card and made an

didn’t see how her masseur changed out of the work clothes the

in the

sat in his room, looking at the white-haired

saw the birthmark on her

named Emma. She was an old servant who’d once been at Yvonne’s side, and she’d taken care of that child for

“Yes, I’m

“And the hair?”

“I’ve got it too.”

taking a transparent little packet from her pocket. There were a few hairs

commanded, “Take it for

complied, then raised her doubts after thinking about

beginning, too. I looked over it myself. There shouldn’t be a problem. How can it be

a cold

check it all over again. This time, oversee every step personally and don’t give anyone any

Emma nodded hastily. “Understood.”

that moment, a servant’s voice came from

Madam Jessica?

pair inside jolted and exchanged a

and called

door to the room was pushed open from the outside and

a box of tea leaves in her hand, beaming, “Your door was closed so early in

shot her a piercing

innocence as she glanced at Emma. Noticing their strange expressions, she asked curiously, “Have I said

you hear

discussing something

her confused and innocent expression, Wilhelm frowned severely and, after a moment, believed

right. It’s nothing. Did

time, and a friend gave me some this morning. It’s peak quality, so I rushed over to give

man looked at the tea leaves she was offering