Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 37

But I knew well that they’d talk behind my back, saying I was trying to hold on to my place as Jared’s wife, dressing to impress every day. Since I couldn’t compete with Tracy in career or skills, I had to rely on my looks.

Honestly, I couldn’t care less. As long as they didn’t say it to my face, I’d just turn a blind eye. Being talked about behind my back was just a roundabout compliment.

Jared looked grumpy all morning. Maybe he was just sulking because he missed his nut milk. He kept that sour expression on his face until noon.

I couldn’t care less about his mood. I just got on with my work and chatted with the designers.

Around noon, Jared called to ask where I was. I told him I was still at the design studio and planned to grab lunch there.

But Jared insisted I go to a restaurant near the office instead. His tone made it clear that I didn’t have a choice.

So I had no choice but to rush over. As soon as I stepped out of the car, a sudden gust of wind swept by. The wind blew through my flowy, floral chiffon dress and my waist–length, softly curled hair, making them flutter.

A few guys passing by couldn’t take their eyes off me, especially when I quickly reached down to hold my skirt, looking a bit flustered. That brief moment of panic seemed to leave them stunned.

With my head down and cheeks burning, I hurried into the restaurant.

Jared had told me to head up to the second floor. When I got there, I realized his private room overlooked the parking lot. He was standing by the window, turning to look at me as I walked in.

“Honey, what’s the specialty here?” I asked with a bright smile as I stepped inside.

Jared just gave me a long, hard look, not saying a word.

“What’s wrong?” I immediately glanced down at myself, checking my outfit. “Is there something wrong with the way I look?”

Jared sat down, picked up his coffee cup, took a couple of sips, and then said, “A lot of people at the office have been talking about you lately. So you want to be famous now?”

I was a little surprised, but I sat down and poured myself a cup of coffee. “Are you saying I’m dressing to impress too much? This is just normal for women. There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”

“You can wear those clothes, but not to the office. This is a workplace, not your personal runway. Dress appropriately for work,” Jared said, his tone growing sharper.

Jared’s eyes hardened, and his handsome face flushed with anger.

I got pissed, too. My face tightened, and I turned away, completely ignoring him.

Jared seemed to realize he was supposed to be calm and easygoing. Losing his temper like that wasn’t his style.

He held back and spoke more softly, “I’m just looking out for you. You have no idea how many guys at the office are eyeing you up, wishing they could see what’s under your clothes.”

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