My Supermodel Wife

Trisa stood from the floor with a pale face, clutching the remaining clothes wrapping her body. Her eyes were a little erratic and flickering.

"Who are you? Don't enter carelessly and get out!" When the man was about to help Trisa up, he looked at Jean and the others and shouted those words.​​

His tone was very unfriendly, and when he turned his head to speak, the horizontal scar on his side looked a little scary.

After Trisa calmed her emotions, she shouted at the man. "Eric, shut up!"

Eric furrowed his brows then glanced at the several people at the door. After looking closely, his hunch wasn't that great.

Who were these people?!

These two gentlemen had terrifying looks on their face, even if he had the courage to leave, it would be impossible to get past them unscathed. After all, they completely blocked the exit.

...

Eric kept racking his brain while Trisa put on and fixed her clothes. Her eyes went past Lilia and the others one by one before saying, "Eric, you come out first!"

"Should I come out?" Eric pointed his nose back, looking in complete shock.

Trisa's face sank. "Hurry, get out!"

In the end, Eric was only a secret lover. Even though his relationship with Trisa felt special, the man did not dare to come into conflict with her.

Seeing Trisa's displeased expression, he snorted, then touched the bridge of his nose and left sadly.

Before Eric turned around, Trisa immediately shouted again, "Don't go too far, just wait behind the door. I'll call you if anything happens!"

"Alright!" Eric replied. Before he closed the door, he couldn't help but look at the people who had suddenly entered.

He faintly felt that they were bringing trouble together with them!

...

After Trisa managed to calm down, her eyes glanced over to see Mellisa. She then said with an absurd smile. "You… Why did you come here all of a sudden?"

'How do they know that I am in this room?'

Thinking like this, Trisa's eyes turned to Jean and Leonard subconsciously.

Were these two men investigating her?

At this moment, Trisa's long, slanted eyes were filled with investigating and suspicious gaze.

Pulling the corner of her mouth, she pretended to walk calmly to the side bar and grab a bottle of whiskey, then returned to the table with a few glasses.

She pretended to calmly open the whiskey bottle and said as she poured it, "Have a seat first. I happened to be here to meet a friend today. It was a coincidence to meet all of you!"

Mellisa narrowed her eyes and looked around the room. "Aunty's friend came here to meet? It seems that your friendship is very unusual."

Of course Mellisa felt that way, there were traces of liquid on the bed, a box of c.o.n.d.o.ms beside the bed and used c.o.n.d.o.ms in the trash. Anyone could understand what's going on.

Hearing Mellisa's diss, Trisa's face sank. She put her whiskey bottle down on the table loudly, and her tone was very harsh when she replied, "Mellisa, I'm older than you, watch your mouth!"

"Older?" Mellisa's indifferent gaze was filled with a cold chill and her cheeks became even colder as ice. "Do you think just because you are older, you can do whatever you want?! Do you want me to let Grandpa come at this instant?!"

"How presumptuous!" Trisa was scared, her hands that were holding the mouth of the bottle immediately clenched.

Mellisa didn't smile, she slightly raised her eyebrows and gave her a provocative look.

This aunt of hers from the Irwan family actually made her realize.

At this time, Trisa also noticed that the situation was a little out of control. She looked at Mellisa with an ugly gaze, then sighed slightly. "Mellisa, we are all family. Even if you don't like your aunt, there's no need to hate me like that!"

Mellisa didn't want to waste time with her, she turned around and looked around. Then she asked the others to sit on the row of sofas opposite the door.

The four of them sat down, and Mellisa was the closest to the table.

She tilted her leg, reached into her trouser pocket unconsciously, then took out her cigarette case. Mellisa then casually put a cigarette in her mouth.

Leonard stared at her with raised eyebrows, his eyes fixed on the cigarette case.

Who gave her cigarettes?

He confiscated all of Mellisa's cigarettes this afternoon, but why did she still have another box of cigarettes?

Lilia never spoke, she sat firmly beside Jean and waited to see what Mellisa would do.

At this time, Mellisa was faintly looking for her matches, then she turned her head to look at Trisa with a heinous smile. "Auntie, don't be so nervous like that. If you don't do anything bad, I can't possibly hate and target you like this. Contrary to your guess, we came here today only to visit and chat with you."

Visit?!

Trisa sneered, she looked down to see the whiskey glass in front of her. Then her eyes swept across the cigarette case on the table, and blinked.

"I believe what you say, but your attitude makes it hard for me to believe your words."

After she finished talking to Mellisa, she took the tray at the corner of the table then placed four glasses of whiskey and a match on it before walking over to her guests.

Trisa put the tray down on the coffee table in front of them, she then turned around to sit on the single sofa.

Mellisa took the match and lit her cigarette, she then looked at Trisa through the smoke haze. "Do you think I care?"

Trisa choked on her words and grinned, taking her cigarette box from the table. When she took out a single stick, she stopped moving, and turned around to point at Jean and Leonard.

Trisa took the initiative to give cigarettes to her younger kins with a cruel look.

Jean and Leonard ignored her offer, but Mellisa immediately caught it.

Obviously, Trisa's eyes were still panicked, but why did she look like she could give cigarettes to men so confidently?

There was something wrong!

What Mellisa saw was the same as the other three people.

Lilia even leaned slightly on Jean's shoulder, she instinctively didn't want to take the cigarette that Trisa was offering.

In just a few seconds, everyone had their own thoughts.

When Trisa lit her cigarette, her eyes became foggy again.

It seemed like she was enjoying the calm that the cigarette brought her immensely!

Mellisa narrowed her eyes and slowly turned her gaze to the cigarette case she had placed on the armrest of the sofa. She immediately broke the silence and said, "Auntie, why aren't you talking?"

Trisa was still smoking her cigarette, blowing mist at her, and smiling contemptuously. "Is that what you want to hear? Mellisa, don't think that I can't see it. You came here today to look for my fault."

Mellisa nodded and bluntly said, "Since you know our purpose here, do you have anything to tell me? For example… About Leila... Or maybe yourself? Or... you can also tell me about the real cause of my accident five years ago!"

Hearing this, Trisa's brows furrowed sharply. When she met Mellisa's gaze, her tone turned sour. "What do you mean? Are you angry because I prefer Leila?"

"How am I supposed to know the reason for your accident five years ago? If you couldn't pay attention to your way of driving and got into an accident, why are you accusing someone of wanting to kill you?"