A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Because Kylee had already informed them beforehand, the guards let Alma in.

Alma greeted Everett politely when she saw him.

"Hello, butler Everett!"

"Hello, Miss Alma!"

Alma smiled and walked past Everett towards the Mansion.

In a short while, Alma entered.

Inside, Kylee was in the kitchen, picking out the fish for lunch.

Alma smiled and called out to Kylee, "Madam Cordova."

Kylee turned to look at Alma, "Well, Miss Alma is here. Miss Alma, please sit in the living room. I'll be

right there."

Alma walked straight to the kitchen.

"Madam Cordova, are you choosing the fish to cook for lunch?"

"Yes." Kylee looked at Alma with a smile, "Miss Alma, you have good eyesight. Can you help me take a

look at which fish is better?"

Alma looked at the bucket in front of her and pointed at one of them, "This one looks the fattest, and it

is the most energetic when swimming."

Kylee studied the fish that Alma pointed at. Seeing that the fish was indeed not bad, she nodded and

praised, "That's right. This fish is really good. I'll take this one then."

"Yes, Madam Cordova."

After choosing the fish, Kylee and Alma walked into the living room.

Alma put a box of snacks she bought from the pastry shop on the table.

"Madam Cordova, I made this myself. Try it!"

Kylee looked at the exquisite packaging, picked up a biscuit, and tasted it. She nodded in satisfaction.

"These biscuits taste pretty good. I didn't know that you're so good at cooking."

"If you like it, I'll make it for you."

"Sure!"

"By the way, Madam Cordova, I came here today because I have something important to tell you."

Alma's eyes lit up.

"Something important? What is that?" Kylee looked at Alma suspiciously.

Alma picked up her phone.

Her phone had the chat records of Bryson and Audrey that she had taken from Audrey's phone.

"Although I don't know if I should tell you about this, but..."

Just as Alma was about to open the photo album, Simon suddenly came down from upstairs.

"Great-grandmother..."

Kylee looked up, "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Someone called. Come upstairs."

Kylee frowned.

"Why don't you let him call my phone?"

Simon dragged Kylee up, "Sorry, I forgot. Hurry up. I'll help you up."

Simon glared at Alma before he went up.

Alma clenched her fists.

It was just a call. She could afford to wait.

"Alright!"

After Kylee and Simon left, Alma waited for Kylee to come down to the living room downstairs.

Who knew that Kylee hadn't come down after twenty minutes, which made Alma a little anxious?

Just as Alma was about to head upstairs to find Kylee, a tall figure walked in from outside.

Alma had just gotten up when she saw the person walking in from outside. The moment she saw that

face, Alma's expression froze.

It was Bryson. Wasn't he in the company? Why did he suddenly return?

Seeing Bryson, Alma trembled.

She was afraid of Bryson.

"Mr. Bryson, why are you back?"

Bryson walked straight towards Alma expressionlessly. Facing Bryson's approach, Alma

subconsciously took two steps back.

"Miss Alma!" Bryson called out coldly. There was no warmth in his voice.

Alma shivered.

She could feel Bryson's cold aura, which almost overwhelmed her. It carried danger, making her afraid

and want to escape.

"Mr. Bryson, I came to see Madam Cordova and send some snacks to her. Now that the snacks have

been delivered, I should go."

With that, Alma quickly ran to the door, wanting to leave immediately.

However, before Alma went out, two bodyguards suddenly appeared, blocking Alma's way.

Alma had no way to go out.

When she turned back, Bryson had already walked behind her.

"Miss Alma, you came here just to send pastries?"

"Of ... of course!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Alma dropped her phone. She was too nervous.

Alma was so shocked that she reached out to pick up her phone. But Bryson was faster.

"Mr. Bryson, that phone is mine. Please return it to me."

In front of Alma, Bryson opened Alma's phone and opened the photo album Alma wanted to show to

Kylee just now.

The first photo was about a phone screen.

The chat records of Bryson and Audrey could be clearly seen on Audrey's phone screen.

Seeing Bryson open the photo album on her phone, Alma was shocked. She reached out to snatch her

phone back, but a hand quickly grabbed Alma's wrist.

Bryson's palm was very strong, very big, and warm.

This was the first time Bryson had held her wrist so intimately, but this time, it was in such a situation.

Bryson waved the phone in front of Alma, "Miss Alma, may I ask if you can explain what this photo is

about?"

Alma lowered her head and bit her lower lip, not saying a word.

Bryson continued to question with a gloomy voice, "Miss Alma, you were the one who sent me a

message last night with Audrey's phone!"

It was not a question.

Bryson had already discovered the truth and Alma was even more panicked.

"Mr. Bryson, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding. I don't know why there is a photo of Audrey's

phone..."

"Yes? Since Miss Alma doesn't know why, how do you know that the phone taken in the photo is

Audrey's?"

Alma's eyes flickered and her voice trembled, "Did I just say Audrey? I should be wrong. I don't know

who took this photo either."

Bryson sneered, "Really?"

A strong and terrifying aura enveloped Alma. She was in fear.

Faced with Bryson's questioning, Alma gritted her teeth and admitted with indignation, "Yes, I was the

one who took that photo. Didn't Ms. Audrey say that she was your sister? But Mr. Bryson, you are in a

relationship with your sister."

Because of his anger, Alma became more and more agitated, "You should have been with me. If it

weren't for her, your girlfriend would have been me!"