CHAPTER 371: 367, JUST WANT TO SEE HOW THICK-SKINNED YOU ARE

"Foster, who is this...?" Looking at the uninvited man opposite him, Steven British asked Mia Foster with a puzzled look.

What a headache!

Mia Foster massaged her forehead, feeling powerless. Before she could even speak, she saw Felix Shaw beside her, extending his hand very gentlemanlike and friendly towards Steven.

"Hello, Mr. Pretty Boy, I am Foster’s husband. We’ve been married for almost three years."

Ignoring Felix’s derogatory use of "Mr. Pretty Boy," Steven repeated these two words with a dumbfounded expression.

Although the all-capable Steven had a passion for Chinese classical studies, this was the first time he had ever heard the term "been married."

"Foster, what does ’been married’ mean?"

"Ah... ’been married’ is like..." Mia Foster slowly started, her rich imagination kicking in, "it’s like getting a driver’s license..."

Before she could finish her fabrication, she was suddenly pulled closer by Felix, who looked at Steven with a smug expression.

"Being married means that Mia and I have received the Priest’s blessing, and are now a legally married couple."

"Foster! You’re married?" Steven was incredulous, his expression making it hard to hide his heartache.

"Sorry," Mia Foster massaged her forehead again, using the gesture to cover her embarrassment. She twisted her body to escape Felix’s hold, then raised her eyes to look seriously at Steven and said.

"I’ve never mentioned it before, but we are currently negotiating a divorce."

Felix...

He turned his handsome face towards her, and while his peach blossom eyes seemed to carry a smile, Mia read a dangerous message within.

Another firm pull at her waist drew her into Felix’s embrace. The force this time was great, and the pain of her chest hitting his solid pecs was intense. However, she dared not make a sound, fearing that this man would take this opportunity to go even further.

As their eyes met, Felix curved his lips and said, "Darling, is it just because I didn’t satisfy you last night that you’re so upset?"

Mia Foster...

This man... How shameless is he? To speak these embarrassing words so openly... Doesn’t he mind losing face?

In Mia’s incredulous gaze, Felix continued with a smirk, "It’s all my fault, dear. I didn’t consider your feelings. But I promise you, tonight, I will make sure you’re completely satisfied. I won’t stop until you drown me with your pleasure..."

Mia Foster...

She looked at Felix as if she had seen a ghost, while he pecked her lips tenderly and said indulgently, "My dear, don’t be mad. I’ll make sure to keep my promise, and you don’t need to feel so touched, I might get embarrassed."

Touched my ass!

Mia cursed in her heart; embarrassed? She bet even a fork couldn’t penetrate his thick face, let alone embarrassed!

The quick-witted woman suddenly had a mischievous thought: since he had embarrassed her in front of a friend, she wasn’t going to let him off easily either.

Reaching out, she grabbed a fork from the plate and poked it towards Felix’s smiling yet insincere handsome face.

A sharp intake of breath, "Hiss..." Felix immediately turned sour, disregarding that they were in a western restaurant abroad with guests silently enjoying their meals, he shouted aloud.

"Mia Foster! What are you trying to do?"

Mia Foster put down the fork innocently and said nonchalantly, "Just wanted to see just how thick your face really is."

Felix...

He asked through gritted teeth, "You know now?"

Mia Foster pursed her lips in mock seriousness and concluded, "Hmm, I know now. It’s quite thick. The fork didn’t even go through."