My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 345

Therefore, he wanted to use this to prove that even if he gave Lucille a chance to be around him at all times, he would not fall in love with her even for a moment. Thinking of that, the look in Samuel’s eyes became increasingly gentle. He asked, “What are you doing here, Zoey?” 

“I… I had something to ask you.” 

Zoey’s sense of reason told her that she could not be too controlling with men. If she were to question him about every single thing, Samuel would just end up getting frustrated. 

However, she just couldn’t help it. All she could do was try her best to suppress her anger. She quietly asked, “Samuel, didn’t you say that you were going to see a client this morning? W–Why are you with Lucille?” 

“Have you forgotten, silly? Last time, at Mr. Jules‘ wedding, I wrongly accused Lucille of bullying Joanne, At the time, I promised to be her slave for a month. I have no choice but to keep my promise.” 

Samuel’s words were straightforward and reasonable. 

Zoey forced a smile and didn’t say anything. 

Even so, it had been more than a month since the bet had been made. If he wanted to fulfill it after such a long time, didn’t that mean he had other intentions in mind? 

Zoey stared at Lucille, trying to burn a hole through her. 

What a b*tch. It was all because Lucille had seduced Samuel! 

Her gaze was as sharp as a knife. 

Lucille turned around and caught the malice in Zoey’s eyes. She smiled faintly and said to her slave, “I’m thirsty. Get me some water.” 

Samuel was stunned for a moment. Of course, he could not run errands like that in person, so he ordered his assistant to go downstairs to buy it from the supermarket. 

Soon, the water was bought. 

The assistant handed the water to Samuel. He handed it to Lucille impatiently and asked, “Are you satisfied?” 

“Very.” 

Lucille’s lips curled into a grin. She then slapped a piece of paper onto Samuel’s body and said in an arrogant tone, “I’ll reward you with a tip.” 

Did she really think of him as a dog? 

Samuel’s face turned green with anger, but Lucille turned around and walked away. The edge of her skirt twirled in an arc, looking noble and elegant, but also lazy and charming.