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My Waste Husband novel Chapter 2

Looking at the smile on Henry's face, Sylvia felt disgusted. She had been upset about him many times. She had made lots of hard time to Henry: clean the toilet, the floor with a rag, rather left the cars covered with dust than let him drive. However, Henry didn't even say no and not even smoke. For several times, Sylvia deliberately got off work early trying to find out any problems so that she could kick him out of this family, but nothing happened. Sylvia felt disappointed.

She looked at the flattery on Henry's face and an idea came into her mind.

"Well, Since you took things as they come, so be it!"

Thinking of this, Sylvia leaned on the sofa and said to Henry unemotionally, "I'm tired. Go get me a basin of water to wash my feet."

"Okay!" Henry ran to the bathroom without hesitation.

Soon, a pot of foot-washing water with moderate temperature was brought to Sylvia.

"President Lin, here is your water." Henry squatted in front of Sylvia's slender legs and put down the foot-washing basin.

Sylvia took off her high heels and lifted the pair of delicate feet in front of Henry. She said in a condescending tone, "Wash."

"Wash it for you?" Henry looked at the pair of feet in front of him and was stunned for two seconds.

Seeing Henry's expression, She slightly snorted, "No? If you don't want to then make yourself out!"

"Sure, of course!" Henry nodded vigorously, with a smile on his face with excitement. It seemed that his efforts this month have come for something. This was the first time that he could touch his wife's body! And she asked for it!

Sylvia saw his face from stunning to happy. Now she completely see-through that he could do anything for money!

According to an old saying, a man could be poor but without the gut is completely loser!

In her mind, Henry was one of them. Such a man should be severely humiliated! She deliberately raised her feet as if she was ordering a servant. "Go ahead."

Henry looked at the pair of feet. He gently pulled those silky, smooth black silk stockings from her feet. Without any hindrance, he easily pulled the stockings to her knee.

Along with a faint fragrance on the black silk stockings, After those were taken off. Delicate legs appeared to Henry. Nothing could compare with it, like an artwork made from heaven. Even the most difficult person could not pick out any flaws.

Sylvia leaned on the sofa. She could clearly feel a pair of rough hands rubbing against her feet, but also bringing a burst of numbness and comfort. She looked at him, who was massaging her feet in front of her, and never thought that a man could be so low to this extent for money. It was disgusting!

Just as she was about to kick Henry away, the ringing of her phone interrupted what she was going to do next.

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