Chapter 2 In Need of an Obedient Wife

Half an hour? Amanda tensed up after hearing that. Isn't Matthew at the bar? It took an hour from the bar to the Grant Manor, how could he get back so quickly? She had to get home before him, or else her disguise would be uncovered. If Matthew sent her back to the Sullivan family because of this, it would be as if she had been used for nothing. "Sir, speed up, step on the gas!" Amanda pulled out some cash from her purse and handed it to the driver. She absolutely had to get home before Matthew. Amanda rushed out of the taxi and hurried to the gate of the Grant Manor. She had changed into a fresh set of short-sleeve jeans and had wiped off her heavy makeup. However, the smell of alcohol on her was so strong that even she couldn't stand it. Who knew that Matthew, who was supposed to be away on a business trip, would come back so suddenly? And who would have thought that instead of picking up a pretty girl at the bar, he'd insist on coming home? "Charles, has Mr. Grant arrived yet?" Amanda took a deep breath as she entered the living room and saw the butler standing at the door. "Not yet, Mrs. Grant." "Oh!" Amanda sighed in relief. Without waiting for Charles to ask further, she quickly dashed upstairs. She was in such a hurry that she didn't notice the Samoyed that ran out from a room on the second floor to greet her. "Daisy, go play by yourself." "Woof, woof, woof!" The Samoyed, ignored by Amanda, barked a few times in displeasure and followed her into the room. She undressed, took a shower, washed her hair—making herself fresh and clean, ready to serve the distinguished Matthew. As soon as Matthew got off the plane, a buddy dragged him to a bar, where a woman with a ghoulish face flirted with him, ruining his mood for a drink. He disliked women who wore heavy makeup; he preferred those who were demure and obedient. Amanda, sent by the Sullivan family, was just that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept her instead of sending her back in a switch with someone else. "Mr. Grant, Mrs. Grant is upstairs waiting for you." Charles opened the door for Matthew, who handed over his coat to Charles before heading upstairs. Along the second-floor corridor, women's clothes were strewn from the bedroom door to the staircase. Shirts, pants, undergarments, and even the panties that the Samoyed had brought out of the bedroom. Seeing Matthew, the Samoyed dropped the panties it was carrying and looked up at him, only to be silenced by a cold glare from Matthew and then it turned tail and ran. Matthew picked up the clean panties dropped by the Samoyed at the bedroom door, his brow furrowed. Amanda was puzzled. She had clearly left her clothes on the bed before taking a bath, and now they were all gone. Wrapped in a towel, she was looking around when she saw Matthew holding her panties at the bedroom door. A creepy man holding a woman's panties is revolting, but a handsome man doing so somehow seemed attractive to Amanda, even making her feel the urge to pounce on him. Matthew entered and looked up to see Amanda standing before him in a towel. The water droplets on her body hadn't been dried yet, trickling down her neck towards the snow-white towel below. Under the light, Amanda stood meekly before him with her head bowed. This was his new wife. Matthew's family had sent him to the Sullivan family to propose marriage, and he was originally supposed to marry Violet, the second Miss Sullivan. After sleeping with her, he discovered the Sullivan family had switched her out. Though he was too busy to register their marriage officially, the Grant family had thrown a simple wedding feast. But since he had slept with her, she was his wife now. Annoyed as he was with the Sullivan family's audacity, he was too lazy to make another exchange. The Amanda before him wasn't the right one, but from what he knew from the Sullivan family, Amanda was very obedient. What he wanted in a wife was someone who would listen.