The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

At the same time, in a villa in downtown Milan, Viola opened her sleepy eyes and sat up on the soft big bed.

She raised her hand to comb her long black hair, put on her shoes and got out of bed, but her eyes were always looking at another bedroom in the villa, with a smug and ostentatious smile on the corner of her mouth.

After going to the Gallo family elders' meeting that day, although the talk with that group of scheming people broke down, they didn't make things too difficult for her.

Viola was holding Huang Niao, who had not yet regained her freedom. Even though the old guys knew where Miss Huang was, they did not forcefully break through to rescue her for her safety.

Ever since she came back from the Presbyterian Church, she no longer hypocritically maintained superficial harmony with her husband Guido. After taking out the locked mobile phone from the drawer of her dressing table, she chose another bedroom in the villa and started sleeping in a separate room from him.

Seeing the deflated expression of Guido, the old man whom she had tried to please for so many years, Viola felt relieved from the depression caused by the disappearance of her son Felice.

That's right. Until now, even though she was in control of Miss Huang's life, Angelo, the elderly man, had not revealed Felice's whereabouts to him.

"His son is not a good person either. He even attacked his own blood cousin."

Viola thought of Kevin's face, which always maintained a polite smile but had unpredictable intentions. She couldn't help but feel a little angry and unconsciously clutched the quilt tightly.

Felice was her only son, and she wanted to leave him everything he wanted or anything she thought was valuable.

She couldn't understand, nor did she want to understand what those people thought of Felice.

To her, this was not even as important as a strand of her son's hair.

Viola sat on the bed and looked out the window, not saying a word for a long time.

"Ma'am, are you awake? What would you like for breakfast today?"

It was not until the maid's restrained knock and questioning voice sounded outside the door that Viola came to her senses.

"come in."

Viola took a deep breath and didn't dwell on any more thoughts that were not helpful to the current situation. She gently called the maid into the room.

When the maid walked in trembling as if facing a great enemy, she saw the lady, whose temper had been a little unpredictable recently, calmly speaking about what she wanted to eat today. Unusually, the maid did not find fault and let her out of the room peacefully.

The maid felt a little bit unbelievable until she returned to the kitchen and started preparing the meal according to Viola's request.

Viola in the room had no idea what the maid was thinking. She just stood up and walked to the closet in the guest bedroom, calmly changed into the clothes she happened to like today, and then slowly walked to the dressing mirror and began to put on makeup.

Seeing her eyebrows, eyes and facial features becoming more refined with the delicate makeup techniques in the mirror, Viola's mood gradually became happier.

Finally, she looked at her naturally perfect makeup with satisfaction and smiled with a hint of charm.

If she remembered correctly, the Chinese people have a saying, "boiling a frog in warm water", right?

As long as she was sure that her son Felice was safe, she didn't mind fighting with those old guys who refused to compromise with her while she had the bargaining chips in her hands.

She had just finished putting on her makeup when there was another knock on the bedroom door behind her.

However, the person who knocked on the door this time was not the maid who was responsible for serving her before.

"Honey, are you awake? Let's talk."

When Viola turned around and looked at the closed bedroom door, there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes and the smile on her lips.

Guido was such a difficult guy in the past, and he was rarely gentle, let alone being submissive in front of her, his legal wife.

She had only experienced a few times since she married him being able to speak to her in such a soft tone.

"If you have anything to say, you can say it later at breakfast."

Viola did not soften her heart because of her husband's gentler tone than usual. She just said something indifferently to the door.

Hearing his wife's answer, Guido outside the door clenched his fists instantly, his cheeks slightly flushed, and he almost had to suppress his anger to avoid raising his hand to bang on the door.

Does this woman not even want to pretend anymore? She actually speaks with this attitude again and again!

However, his only chance to maintain his dignity in the family elders' council is in the hands of this woman, and he cannot afford to let a small loss ruin his greater plans.

"Okay, I'll give it to you in the restaurant. Remember to come down for breakfast later."

After Guido finished these words at the door in the gentlest tone of his life, he glared fiercely at his wife through the door, turned around and went downstairs.

I used to think that although his wife was charming and gentle, she was a little too clingy.

Now it seems that she is not as weak as she had imagined before.

For her own status, for Felice, and for the new side of her that she had only recently unlocked.

Even if Felice came back, he would not choose to divorce Viola.

After all, a toy with several faces is more fun if you keep it around.

Guido's footsteps gradually faded away. Viola in the room deepened her smile with satisfaction, quietly admiring her face in the mirror which still showed few signs of aging, her heart filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Having been his bedmate for so many years, she certainly understood what kind of person Guido was.

Viola couldn't help but smile when she thought of her husband trying to endure his temper and speaking to her in a soft voice outside the door.

Although there was no way to make him taste all the treatment she had received over the years in one go, she certainly wouldn't mind collecting the interest that had accumulated over such a long period of time.

Ten minutes later, Viola, who had finished tidying up, touched her carefully groomed hair in front of the mirror, stood up slowly, opened the door and walked out gracefully.

She wanted to hear what her husband, with whom she had slept for so many years, wanted to talk to her about at the dinner table.

When Viola walked into the restaurant, she found Guido already sitting on one side of the long table. She did not sit next to her husband as she did before. Instead, she ignored her husband's complicated look and sat on the other side opposite him.

The maids who were serving breakfast to the table didn't dare to breathe. After placing the tableware and food in front of Viola according to her dining habits, they retreated with their heads lowered and their expressions suppressed.

Guido stared at his current wife who was obviously dressed up carefully, but there was an unknown undercurrent in his eyes.

When they were the only two left in the restaurant, Viola gracefully picked up the cutlery and began to eat, and Guido said the first words he wanted to say.

"Honey, can we discuss something?"

Hearing these words in a negotiating tone, Viola raised her eyes slightly and glanced at her husband opposite her.

"Master, before you tell me what it is, I dare not easily promise you anything at this critical moment."

Hearing this, Guido tightened his grip on the cutlery for a moment, and then slowly relaxed after a few seconds.

"Can you first let Miss Huang regain her freedom? In this way, not only can I regain some of my prestige and status in the family, but our family can also resume our happy life as before."

While eating, Viola looked at Guido's hypocritical face full of signs of age, and a light flashed across her eyes very quickly.

After a long while, she finally spoke calmly and quietly.

"If everything could go back to the way it was before, you wouldn't say such things to me."

She smiled charmingly and looked into her husband's eyes without any concealment.

"Don't you think so, dear?"