Chapter 120 Private Edition

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After learning the answer, William Foster’s heart was filled with anticipation and longing, but as he recalled his previous decision to "pretend he couldn’t see", he instantly felt extremely depressed. Finally, he helplessly and frustratingly complained, "You’re really putting me in a tough spot, knowing full well I can’t see anything right now." After saying these words, he began to contemplate the meaning of life. Alas, he truly couldn’t fathom what terrible mistake he must have made in the past to opt to torture himself in such a self-afflicting way. It is often said that if a calamity befalls from the heavens, there might still be room for maneuver, but if it’s the evil fruits borne from human deeds, it is hard to rectify. This truly aligns with that old saying: hoist with one’s own petard. Although William Foster felt a sense of grievance in his heart, he was very fortunate to have a particularly considerate little wife. Whenever he felt down or unhappy, she could always detect his emotional changes and promptly bring him comfort and warmth. Clara Bennett raised her eyebrows, a few traces of seriousness and determination in her eyes. "I’m such an obedient person," she began, "how could I intentionally tease you? This time I really do want to send you a photo, and it’s a private version just for you. I’ll hang up now to take it." As soon as she finished speaking, she decisively pressed the end call button, not giving the other party any chance to object. On the other end, upon hearing his beloved’s words, not only did William Foster not get angry, but instead eagerly opened the WeChat app on his phone, then stared intently at the chat interface. The brightness of the screen appeared extraordinarily dazzling in his eyes. "Exclusive," "private version," these two keywords burned like flames in his heart, instantly sweeping away all his previous negative emotions, while unconsciously speeding up his heartbeat by several times. Amidst his anxious waiting, William Foster kept speculating: What kind of alluring picture would his little wife send to him? At this thought, he could no longer contain his inner excitement. Soon, the notification sound for a new message came through on his phone, and the long-awaited photo finally appeared. To William Foster’s unexpected surprise, it was a picture of a beauty in a cheongsam—his dearest little wife. In the photo, she was clad in a beautifully designed and exquisitely crafted cheongsam, showcasing her graceful and captivating figure to the fullest. However, upon closer inspection, one would find that it was just a very ordinary selfie. Although indeed very sexy and charming, it was not of the type he had anticipated earlier. Looking at the photo in front of him, William Foster couldn’t help but frown, a faint doubt arising in his heart. He didn’t seem quite mentally prepared for such an occurrence. "Perhaps..." he muttered silently to himself, then fell into a brief silence. Could there be more to come? Or was there a deeper meaning? In any case, this gift had already made him feel the heartfelt intentions from his other half. Is there more to come later? Then, Clara Bennett sent a voice message. Clara Bennett: [You can have Arthur Davis explain this photo to you. Just to warn you, this photo is a bit revealing.] Looking at the rather ordinary photo, William Foster couldn’t help but grumble to himself: "...you little rascal, even fooling a blind man." He took a deep breath, then gazed intently at Clara Bennett’s photo, feeling a growing sense of discontent in his heart. After downloading the photo, his emotions became more complex, sending Clara Bennett a voice message in a gloomy tone: [I couldn’t bear to show Arthur Davis, so I deleted the photo. Thanks to my little wife for the photo; it’s truly beautiful.] Clara Bennett’s reply carried a hint of provocation and teasing: [How do you know it’s beautiful if you can’t see it?] Faced with such a straightforward question, William Foster didn’t feel troubled but swiftly gave a response filled with warmth and a touch of self-deprecation: [Though my eyes can’t see, my heart remains bright. In my heart, my little wife is always the most beautiful presence. Knowing you can’t see, but still bothering to send these photos to cheer me up, that’s incredibly thoughtful of you.] On the surface, it resembled an infatuated man praising his lover despite tears in his eyes, but in reality, it wasn’t like that. William Foster was more like a shrewd character carefully calculating how to gain maximum benefits, and this supposed pining was merely one of his minor tactics. This sentence, once sent, immediately touched a soft spot in Clara Bennett’s heart. She was moved by his gentle and sincere attitude, and a certain thought suddenly flashed through her mind: [Oh, I’m not teasing you anymore. Next time, if there’s a chance, I’ll personally wear this outfit and show you in person. Since your eyes aren’t convenient, try to experience it in another way.] Hearing the reply from the other end of the phone, William Foster’s eyes became deep immediately, as if he vaguely guessed something, but decided to continue pretending to be ignorant: [Hey, our little wife is quite the jokester. If not using the eyes to appreciate beauty, is there any better way?] Clara Bennett held the phone to her mouth, speaking in an ambiguous and seductive tone: [Use your hands to see, do I need to teach you that?] Each word seemed to be filled with a teasing undertone. When William Foster heard this voice message, his breathing immediately quickened. He held his forehead, biting his lip and muttering softly, "Did I marry a fairy?" The sound contained both helplessness and a hint of pride. William Foster replied: [No need to teach, I can carefully see for myself.] His tone carried a resolute determination. Clara Bennett, after listening to it, felt her ears turn red, but she managed to hold back her shyness as she said: [But the cheongsam from the film crew, you won’t get to see it, it’s a prop costume and can’t be taken away.] Her words held a slight sense of disappointment. William Foster immediately decided: [I’ll have someone buy it right away.] The words were brief yet exuded an aura that brook no refusal. Clara Bennett: [So anxious? Do you want me to wear it for you tonight?] She laughed lightly over the phone, as if she could imagine William Foster’s somewhat impatient expression. William Foster: [Why not?] His tone was questioning but also contained a hint of expectation. Clara Bennett: [There’s no time today, perhaps save it for our wedding night. On the wedding night...whatever you want me to wear, I will.] This sentence seemed to add endless anticipation and imagination to some future night. After speaking, Clara Bennett told William Foster she had to get busy. She really did have work to do, that coffee on the other side was probably almost finished too. Her tone was calm yet couldn’t hide a trace of playfulness.

Chapter 120 Private Edition

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