Chloe had a hard time getting out of bed. She mustered the little strength she had and pressed the button to call the maid.

Although she had been asleep for hours, Chloe was still quite exhausted and sore. Boswell must have ridden her like a stallion on steroids.

The girl Boswell brought back pushed the door open, but she wasn't dressed in a maid's uniform. As she entered the room, Rosa greeted Chloe with a half-hearted enthusiasm. "Hello, Mrs. Huo."

The mess in the room stung her eyes. Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell that Boswell and Chloe were engaged in some kind of wild sexual adventure in this room.

Leaning against the headboard of the bed, Chloe glanced at Rosa with a hint of arrogance and said, "Prepare some food for me."

"Yes, ma'am!" No matter how reluctant Rosa was, she had to do as Chloe said because it was her duty as a maid of the Huo family.

After Chloe came out of the bathroom, almost an hour later, she looked around and realized that the maid still hadn't brought her midnight snack yet.

She shook her head, dismissing all thoughts on the matter and replaced the sheet that had traces of blood on it with a fresh one.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Rosa finally served Chloe the midnight snack—two slices of bread and a cup of yogurt. Rosa pretended to be guilty and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't know how to use the toaster as this is my first time being a maid. Would you like to have something else instead?"

Chloe smiled and politely refused, "It doesn't matter."

After Rosa left the room, Chloe took her phone out and called Boswell. "Can you get something to eat when you're back?" 'Hmm... what should I call this man from now on? Honey or Boswell?' she thought to herself.

Boswell hadn't finished his work yet, but when he heard her words, he recalled how beautiful she looked in the afternoon, and took it as an invitation of some sort. He put down the document in his hand and said, "Sure! I'll be right over!"

Half an hour later, Rosa was in the kitchen munching away at some fruits when she heard the sound of engine turning off. She scrambled to put the fruits away and pretended to clean the counter.

After changing into his slippers, Boswell walked past the living room and went upstairs without looking at the kitchen.

Five minutes later, Rosa was called upstairs.

In the room, Chloe had a casual, nonchalant expression on her face as she nibbled on a piece of bread, as though nothing had happened.

However, the cold expression on Boswell's face drove shivers down the nervous girl's spine as he glared at her furiously and yelled, "Is this your idea of a midnight snack?"

Rosa's heart skipped a beat. "Please don't misunderstand me. I just don't know how to use the toaster yet..." She gave Boswell the same excuse she gave to Chloe earlier.

Burning rage hissed through Boswell's body like deathly poison. "So what if you knew how to use it? Were you going to let my wife eat toast at night? What is the point of me bringing you here if you can't even take

e him orders. She wouldn't allow him to drink too much; she wouldn't allow him to stay up late; she wouldn't allow him to work overtime... Slowly, but surely the list of things she wouldn't allow him to do grew bigger.

It was just as Colman had told him, Boswell had fallen into the trap set by Chloe.

Just like his grandfather fell into the trap of his grandmother and his father fell into the trap of his mother, Boswell couldn't help but allow history to repeat itself.

From then onwards, Boswell formed tremendous respect for Colman's words of wisdom.

Even just two years before her 30th birthday when Chloe said that she didn't want to have a child so soon, Boswell didn't challenge her wishes. Instead, he assured her that she wouldn't have to worry about having a child until she was ready.

Every single night, he would hold the sleeping woman in his arms and think about how his life had come to this.

He finally found out the reason. Although she was not as shrewd as him, she was a woman and she would act like a spoiled child and make him obsessed. And just like that, she was the one who had the final say in everything.

He had no idea of what was going to happen after he gave her his heart because by that time it was already too late. He had completely given himself to Chloe!

Fortunately, the two of them lived a happy life and Boswell didn't have to spend the rest of his life worrying. Since he wasn't the high-maintenance type, he was happy just to be able to hold his wife in his sleep every night.

Chloe gave birth to a daughter at the age of 29, and her daughter was the spitting image of her mother. Boswell, who was a slave for his wife, was now also a slave for his daughter. His position in the family now was worse than it was before.

As the old fisherman's proverb goes, "There is always a bigger fish in the sea."

Boswell, who had been scrupulously methodical in the business world, was controlled by a woman called Chloe Shen, and he had never been able to turn the tables ever since.