Domineering Lover novel Chapter 498

With a pale face, Tracey walked out of the breakfast store, and it was mizzling. Her mind was filled with those R family secrets and her mother, who would turn her 40s soon.

Suddenly, Tracey fell over. Wilson saw Tracey on the ground when coming out after paying the bills.

'Will Tracey have anything to do with this mysterious family?' Wilson tried hard to recall the appearance of the incumbent R family patriarch, whom he had seen only twice from a distance.

When the patriarch's profile relived before his eyes, Wilson was surprised to find that Tracey was a youthful version of the patriarch, and they shared 70% similarity!

And there was no information about the children of this patriarch. Would Tracey be her daughter?

Wilson took a few steps forward to help Tracey up. Tracey was out of her wits. She looked terrible for some unknown reason.

It was mizzling, but the winter rain was cool. Tracey murmured, "Can't you survive your 40s?"

Wilson was quick to grasp what Tracey was talking about. And Tracey turned into a panic state after Wilson talked about the age problem of R family.

Tracey's abnormal reactions seemed to confirm Wilson's guess that Tracey was an offspring of this R family, "Tracey, what I told you just now are hearsays, and I also emphasized that no one had ever verified them."

"Wilson, you mean they may be stories?" Tracey clutched his hand tightly and asked.

"Of course. As I said, it is a mysterious family, and I am an outsider. How can I know the truths? Maybe all these are just coincidences?"

It was rare that the indifferent Wilson comforted. Tracey was an exception.

Wilson didn't love Tracey like a man to a woman, but Tracey had been his disciple and friend after all these months.

Thanks to Tracey and Steve, sorrows left Wilson, and he felt happy recently. More than gratitude, Wilson would like not to lose his good friend, Tracey.

"You are right. Fate can't be that relentless. I'm going to ask her, face to face." Tracey made up her mind.

Perhaps Adam was right. Her mother left to protect Tracey. Could it have something to do with the curse in the legend?

"Okay, I'll send you home first." Wilson sent Tracey back to her apartment. Tracey took a shower and changed her clothes.

Coming out from the bathroom, Tracey found that Wilson was still watching the news on the sofa, "Wilson, why are you still here?" Wilson was a man who was never late for his appointments, and he should have been at work now.

Wilson shot a glance at Tracey and said, "I'm worried about you. You looked battered out of your senses. I'm afraid that you'll fall down somewhere again."

In the past, Wilson kept his worries at heart, but he would speak them out now. Wilson was softening.

"Thank you," Tracey said sincerely.

"You are welcome. A woman like you should be taken good care of, and he's not by your side. Let's go. I'll drive you there." Wilson beckoned to Tracey.

"Won't you be late for work? You should be very busy, right?"

"I am taking a leave for half a day."

Tracey felt flattered as this workaholic took a leave for herself. She felt that it was like an honor to meet the president of this country.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and all over the car windows were raindrops, which kept the windscreen wiper busy.

The pedestrians on the street shivered with cold. It was as warm as spring inside the car because of heating, but Tracey still looked grim.