I Bet My CEO Husband Will Regret

Anna was slouching in the car as she peered out the window to see the black car parked not far away in the middle of the rain.

Several suited men that seemed to be bodyguards held umbrellas as a tall man bent down to enter the car, carrying a woman in his arms.

The upper bodies of the man and the woman couldn't be seen clearly at all. Only the man's long legs dressed in black slacks could be seen. It gave the impression that he had a perfect physique.

Although the black car had already left, leaving only a fog amidst the rain, the posture of the woman slouching in the car remained unchanged. Her long, delicate fingers lightly tapped on the steering wheel repeatedly; she seemed quite unconcerned.

Anna's nonchalant attitude about the whole situation only frustrated her friend, who was with her and witnessed what just happened. "You have a perfect body and more than just a pretty face. So, why can't you beat that slut?" She asked. Her distress was quite evident in her tone.

"That's his sweetheart. She isn't a slut," Anna said as she fixed her posture, correcting her.

Her friend choked at Anna's response and said, "That slut—sweetheart, I mean, has already hooked up with multiple male public figures. And instead of trying to beat her, you're even defending her? You even let your husband pick up that bitch in person. Don't you even feel an ounce of sadness just to see them that close?"

Anna merely smiled and didn't say anything in response. She started the car and dropped off her friend at her home.

It was almost ten in the evening when she got home.

It was still raining, and she was a little upset. So, Anna took her yoga mat to meditate in the living room instead.

Later on, the car engine sounded from the yard. Anna, who was calmly doing a yoga pose, slowly opened her eyes. She saw a man slowly approaching the villa with an umbrella in hand through the floor-to-ceiling window. Anna exhaled and continued her meditation, pretending she hadn't seen him.

The black dog, lying lazily on the ground near her, suddenly leaped and was about to rush to the door. However, Anna scolded it. The dog went back to laying on the ground, sadly following its master as it whimpered.

Jackson entered the door and saw Anna meditating in the living room. His eyes fixed on her thin waist and slender legs. She had such incredible skin, long and slender legs, and an hourglass figure apart from her bewildering beauty.

Although the black dog followed Anna's orders to lie quietly on the ground, it did so with its belly exposed. "Are you teaching it how to seduce a man?" Jackson asked.

What was he talking about?

He could've just said that she was seducing him. Why did he have to bring the innocent dog into the picture?

Anna didn't really have a nice temper, to begin with, and she couldn't falter in his presence. She fixes her posture and sits up to look at him. Apart from the wet bottom part of her leggings, her overall appearance was still quite delicate and nice. Anna smiled as she said, "Someone else probably pissed you off, but you can't take out your anger on me. I'm your wife, not your vent."

Jackson wasn't offended by her words and didn't budge at all. He expressionlessly stared at her as he took off his necktie, threw it on the sofa, and sat down.

Anna felt bored seeing him in this state.

Although, it did make sense. In the past, when they merely had a one-night stand, several curious reporters were waiting outside their room to get a juicy scoop and update on their relationship. Even then, Jackson Will remained calm and collected.

He had always been unflustered and seemingly unbothered by everything. Such a disposition made Anna wonder if he had ever had a breakdown in front of his sweetheart.

Nevertheless, she'd instead not argue with Someone like him. It would only be unpleasant. Anna stood up and was on her way upstairs.

"Today is Wednesday," Jackson said coldly.

Anna understood. Of course, other than Wednesdays, how could Jackson's stomach step into her territory?

Wednesday was supposedly her happy day, after all.

Anna was suddenly in a good mood. She ran over barefoot and sat on Jackson's lap. "Didn't you still have a bit of conscience and haven't forgotten such an important day," she remarked. Anna wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed his lips with the tip of her tongue, and kissed intensely.