Chapter 128 My Dear Wife

William failed to notice her emotions and continued to laugh. His usually tightly pursed lips were now curling all the way up, which added a pinch of gentleness to his sculpturesque face. He looked stunning. “Are you angry?” Talking in a smiling tone, he gazed at Sherry gently. He finally realized her expression was off. Pouting, she turned back and looked at him, “Don’t you call me that anymore. We’re not sure yet whether I’ll really be your wife!” She knew he would probably be married with Lucille by now if it wasn’t for the fact Mr. Rowland was strongly against it. He probably called her “my wife” countless times before to be able to say it so naturally at this moment. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes for a moment before he assured her. “You’re the only wife I have, Sherry!” “You said that to someone else before, didn’t you?” Sherry was aggrieved. “You must be calling someone that a lot that you’re so natural with it now, no?” William was stunned and looked at her frow