The Lucky Wife novel Chapter 238

"What do you plan to do?" Rose asked apprehensively.

She wanted to know if he had any motives for going out of his way to buy the house from Sean.

Sean was at a loss for a reply. So what if he was her landlord? All he wanted was for her to live a little more comfortably.

"I wasn't planning on anything," he said.

Rose was confused. That man always had a clear goal for his investments and would never take any unnecessary risks, so what was his actual purpose in purchasing the house?

Jay furrowed his brows as he looked at the tired woman.

"Where have you been?" He asked coldly.

Rose was exasperated. "I wouldn't have gone out if Your Highness didn't ask me to get a new bed and frame for him."

Jay was surprised. "You went to the physical store?

"Why didn't you just buy it online?" He said, rather displeased.

Rose slumped on the couch. She wagged her slippered feet.

Her silliness was impressive.

"I'm afraid that if I don't test it myself, you'll blame me for not choosing a proper one." She closed her eyes tiredly.

"…"

He would not have minded whatever she bought, as long as it was not something that was not previously owned by Sean Bell.

As long as she liked it.

"Isn't it just a bed? I'm not that picky," he said.

Rose tucked her head in like a quail. "That's the most expensive bed in the entire department store. That's why I got it," she said timidly.

"…"

He hoped that she did not spend all the money he gave her on the bed and accessories. 'Can't this girl be a little more materialistic and shrewd? At least, know how to think for herself?'

"Silly girl," he said those two words coolly.

Rose had evidently misunderstood him again. She thought that he was not satisfied with the bed and immediately channeled her inner salesperson, "This bed is sturdy and beautiful, Sir Ares. Most importantly, you can easily hang a mosquito net from the posts. It's cheaper and friendlier to the environment than mosquito repellents. Also… it's covered by screens on three sides, so there's only a twenty-five percent chance of falling off the bed…"

Jay could feel a headache creeping in. "That's not important. Most importantly, the fertility symbols are a nice touch," he retorted coolly.

"…"

'So does he like the bed I chose?'