Chapter 141 Mr. Clancy Looked Stunned
Mr. Clancy was dumbfounded as he listened to Queenie. She had always been open with Macy, so she briefly explained today's events. Macy immediately replied with a voice message.
"Queenie, what else is there to think about? You two are married, right? It's perfectly reasonable and legal!"
Queenie blushed and said, "I'm not used to him. You don't know... If it weren't for him tearing my stockings last time, I wouldn't have been questioned by the police and been unable to answer."
"Queenie, Mr. Clancy is already good enough! In my eyes, he's truly perfect! So what if he has some unique preferences? It's nothing. Honestly, his answers regarding childbirth are perfect. And my cousin told me that relaxing is important when trying to conceive. You know my cousin, right?"
After thinking for a moment, Queenie immediately pictured a shy woman in her mind and said, "I remember, she has been trying to have a child for a few years, right?"
"Yes, she hadn't conceived for five years, and her in-laws would scold her every day. But her husband was really supportive. Once they let go completely and did whatever they thought was necessary, she got pregnant. My cousin learned somewhere about playing with roleplay and seducing her husband, and she got pregnant without any pressure. She's due at the end of this month! Queenie, why don't you give it a try? What's the harm with these stockings! I'll send you the same outfit my cousin wore."
"No... no need," Queenie declined.
But unexpectedly, half an hour later, Macy had a delivery guy bring a nurse costume.
The order's note read: Nurse costume paired with black stockings!
Queenie was speechless.
Thinking about Macy's cousin's example, she started to feel intrigued.
Should she try it for the sake of having a child?
After changing into the outfit and selecting the most conservative black stockings, Queenie sent a WhatsApp message to Benoit, asking him to come in.
As soon as Benoit entered the master bedroom, he couldn't see anyone.
The bedroom curtains were drawn with a layer of gauze, making the room dimly lit.
"Queenie," Benoit called out, full of confusion.
Queenie peeked her head out from behind the door, her face so red it seemed like blood would drip from it, "Sir, I heard you're not feeling well. Should I give you a check-up?"
After saying it, Queenie felt like biting her own tongue.
What was wrong with her? She couldn't believe she had listened to Macy and said such an embarrassing line!
A question mark formed in Benoit's mind.
But the next moment, he saw Queenie come out from behind the door, and his eyes widened!
His heart nearly stopped beating!
He tightly gripped the armrests of his wheelchair and hoarsely said, "Then, nurse, please."
With her head down, Queenie's heart raced. Just as she helped him onto the bed, Benoit took control and approached her.
In a matter of seconds, the three-thousand-dollar stockings were torn to shreds.
Queenie couldn't comprehend it. What was the point of wearing them like this?
She couldn't even think about the meaning of what happened next.
...
As they continued through the night, Benoit laughed softly and said, "Queenie, this time you can't
"Docking my points was your idea when you called me in," Queenie looked at him with a sarcastic smile, about to fire back, when her phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number. She intended to hang up, but her hand slipped and pressed the speaker button instead.
"Hello?" Queenie's voice came out, husky and tinged with a hint of post-lovers' shyness and sensuality, making Benoit not want her to take the call.
Immediately, Pollard's voice came through the other end of the line, filled with surprise. "Queenie, is that you?"
