Newlywed Wife Is The Boss

He stood on the large terrace outside the master bedroom and looked down at her kneeling in the wind and snow.

Amiyah doesn’t know Adrian.

But he had known her for a long time.

Those years of drifting, separation as a sure way, his thoughts drifted back many years ago.

Adrian was twenty-four years old 　　that year and Amiyah had just celebrated her nineteenth birthday.

The two first met in the corridor of the hospital’s resuscitation room.

She could never have imagined that he had started to pay attention to her so early.

Amiyah’s mother was being resuscitated and needed a large sum of money, but the XI family was broke and could not get that much money.

“Your mother is a lowlife! You’re a lowlife too!”

Connie’s mother took a thick pile of cash out of her bag and smashed it hard in her face.

Cash spilled around Amiyah, and she picked up the coins one by one without expression and put them away.

There were quite a lot of people around, pointing and pointing. From the beginning to the end, Amiyah remained silent, her face was indifferent, as long as she could save her mother, everything else was indifferent.

Adrian happened to be passing by the resuscitation room 　　that day, and he was also standing in the crowd, taking in the scene.

The girl is very special, a hair spread out seems to be satin-like smooth, a small age, she is beautiful to the incomparable, even with the country to describe the city, are not too much.

At that time, Adrian was twenty-four years old, and although he had never been in love, he knew everything he needed to know, until he met Amiyah.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

As the heir of the Fletcher family, Adrian, what kind of ladies have not seen, but with Amiyah a comparison, all pale in comparison, nothing, his eyes through the obvious stunning.

“This gentleman, please lift your feet.”

The little girl walked up to him, a pair of crystal eyes looked at him, he lowered his eyes to look, it turned out to be a few bills floating to his feet.

This is the first time the two met, the first words.

Adrian took a step back, the little girl bent down to pick up the money and hurriedly ran in the direction of paying the bill, she brushed past him and didn’t even look at him.

As the heir of the Fletcher family, 　　he has already made his mark in the business world at the age of 24. With a clear mind and a fierce hand, he has brought the Fletcher Group to a new height, and no one fails to admire him, and he is like a dazzling star wherever he goes.

The parents of Fretston’s ladies are about to break the threshold of the Fletcher residence, but he didn’t even see any of them, but all those who came to ask for marriage, directly ordered the housekeeper to reject them and didn’t let in the door.

It is such a, like in the winter blooming red plum, ice muscle proud of the little girl, but miraculously broke into his heart, that night back to the Fletcher residence, he checked the little girl’s situation.

This is how I learned that her name is Amiyah.

Adrian investigates and discovers that Amiyah’s mother did not love her father; she was a freelance painter who was taken in by the head of the XI Group and dominated her to have Amiyah.

Her mother was forced to break up with her sweetheart, and was so mentally stimulated that she finally couldn’t hold it together and committed suicide by taking pills, and was rushed to the hospital when Housekeeper found her.

Later, at the age of twenty-seven, the Fletcher Group stood at the top of the business pyramid, untouchable.

One day Adrian was on a business trip to Switzerland with his best friend, and the two of them were chatting in a bar.

“Adrian, over the years you’ve been so focused on your career that your personal problems have become a worry for Uncle Adrian and Aunt Connie, and let me tell you, there’s a legendary, gorgeous woman in Fretston today.”

“She’s a talented designer who took home a lifetime Medal of Honor award in architecture.”

“This gorgeous, beautiful woman is called Amiyah.”

“Oh, yes, the daughter of the XI family who went bankrupt and owed a large sum of money to THE Fletcher Group back then.”

Amiyah?

He did not expect to hear this name again after so many years.

No one knew Amiyah before he did.

“I tell you, Amiyah has become the dream girl of all the men in Fretston, those luxury young masters, many people take the opportunity to approach her, but she seems to look at no one, cool as hell.”

His good buddy, continued to mutter around him.

“Yes, that’s her, look at this lovable and painful little look, maybe it will be able to take your cold heart, too.”

The good brother said, while pulling out his phone, pulling up photos and handing them to Adrian to see.

Adrian took the phone and looked down at the screen, the Amiyah in the photo has grown more and more iconic, fading away the youthfulness, the beauty of the soul.

“I tell you, now many girls are according to her model plastic surgery, but unfortunately, how to imitate, are only the East is not the same, imitate the charm.”

“Hey, look, now even the film of the two-person war, the female lead is according to the model of Amiyah to find the hot, I have sent to your mailbox.”

The good brother spoke with a gangly smile.

In the next two days, all the sources were removed from the shelves, but also collectively ate the lawsuit, those salons are also all closed down.

The speed is so fast that it has an immediate impact.

On the first night of his trip, Adrian stood on the terrace of the most exclusive hotel in Switzerland, leaning lazily on the carved railing, looking into the distance, and all he could think of was that beautiful face.

He thought he must be crazy, always clear-headed, how to go crazy like a demon.

As fate would have it, Adrian was on his way back to his old house from the airport when he suddenly saw Amiyah standing on the side of the road with an anxious face waiting for a taxi.

That year, he was twenty-seven and she was twenty-two.

After three years, she has opened up, and that unbelievably beautiful face, once again intruded into Adrian’s eyes and stunned him for years.

He was just busy asking the driver to stop and kindly take her to her destination.

Adrian was in the back and Amiyah was in the passenger seat; she knew nothing about him, but he knew her extremely well.

“I’m really grateful, I was in a hurry to go to the hospital, but after waiting for a long time, I just couldn’t get a taxi.”

Amiyah’s heart hurriedly thanked her. The sky was clear that day, but suddenly there was a rainstorm, and her dress was soaked through, the fabric clinging to her body in a wet way, exposing her exquisite curves.

He sat in the back row and looked at the …

The long, slender legs were wrapped tightly around his strong waist.

Adrian was shocked by the thought of himself, the first time he had the reaction a normal man should have.

“Young master, that girl just soiled the passenger seat.”

After dropping her off at her destination, the driver saw that she had gone far away before speaking.

Adrian looked in the direction of the driver’s finger and saw that it was a little red.

“Just get a new one.”

Adrian returned to the old house, sunken a face without saying anything, quickly into the master bedroom bathroom, originally wanted to take a shower to calm down, but the red, and her exquisite body, floating in his mind, lingering.

He didn’t understand why, he had reacted so much to her.

In terms of intelligence and wisdom, she is a deservedly talented woman, and he took his good brother’s words to heart.

Sure enough, those men always intentionally or unintentionally, take the opportunity to approach her.

Amiyah has established his own construction company and is quite famous in Fretston.

There is no doubt that everyone had a crush on her, and many high society gentry, trying to get close to her by all means, wanted to marry her.

She was nineteen years old, kneeling in front of the Fletcher residence, and after a long time, Adrian stepped down the stairs and walked out on the snow with a creaking sound under his feet.

“Let me spare the XI family can, only one thing, you must marry me and become Mrs. Fletcher.”

Adrian’s low, magnetic voice echoed in her ears as he looked down at her with a condescending stare.