The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 397: Chapter 397: Not Limited by Quota_1

Greg Jensen hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Chelsea Wolfe’s movements naturally couldn’t escape his notice. He smiled faintly and then closed his eyes to enjoy.

When the passion ignited within him, he finally threw off the covers and began to get to the heart of the matter.

The evening breeze was gentle, and the willow branches in the courtyard were sprouting new buds.

The slender trunks, like the waist of a young girl, swayed with the breeze, striking against the wall lamps.

The crisp sound of the branches hitting the glass had a rhythmic beat.

“Mr. Wolfe, please…”

In the next bedroom, Doris Locke dreamed it seemed she was doing something shameful. At the beginning, she resisted a little, but later on, she let it happen naturally.

But just when she was indulging in it, she suddenly realized that the person was actually Barry Wolfe.

She woke up abruptly, her eyes wide with shock. “I… How could I dream about that guy?” she wondered aloud.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly paused, her ears straining to listen, her face quickly turning red.

“This bastard, in the middle of the night…”

Her already hot body became even more fiery.

She angrily covered herself with the blanket, but the tireless sounds continued, causing unrest in her mind.

“Ah…”

…

The next morning, after Greg Jensen woke up, he had a buffet breakfast, got dressed with Chelsea Wolfe’s assistance, and walked out of the room feeling refreshed.

He coincidentally encountered Doris Locke, who walked out of her room with dark circles under her eyes.

Upon seeing Greg Jensen, Doris Locke’s face immediately darkened and then, as if she thought of something, she flushed a deep red, huffed, and turned to walk away.

What’s going on?

Did I offend that girl?

Greg Jensen was somewhat bewildered and was about to ask her what was wrong when Theresa Locke came out of her room, holding her forehead.

“You’re awake? How did you sleep last night?” Greg Jensen asked with a smile.

Theresa Locke replied with a wry smile, “Your drinking is really scary.”

“Haha, let’s go, time for breakfast.”

Greg Jensen laughed heartily, put his arm around Theresa’s shoulders, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

The breakfast was rather simple, still delivered by the hotel and kept in a thermal box.

Seeing them all come down, the housekeeper hurriedly laid out the food on the table.

Greg Jensen instructed, “Leave some for Chelsea; she’s going to sleep a little longer.”

“Sure, Mr. Wolfe.”

Theresa Locke blinked, then caught on and gave a knowing smile.

Doris Locke’s face turned slightly red, muttering something indistinctly.

Greg Jensen didn’t mind and cheerfully said, “Let’s eat.”

“Yeah.”

Theresa Locke nodded with a grin, and while eating, he asked, “Brother Kole, what are your plans next?”

Greg Jensen glanced at his phone and smiled, “I might take a trip to the south.”

“The south? What for?”

“Just some business.”

Theresa Locke didn’t inquire further. He was about to suggest joining, but just then, Doris Locke stealthily stomped on his foot under the table.

He could only sigh helplessly and said, “Come have some fun in Mystic City when you’re free; I’ll take care of you.”

“Haha, sure, no problem.”

After breakfast, Greg Jensen saw the Locke siblings off. Watching them depart, he then returned to the master bedroom to see Chelsea.

In the bedroom, Chelsea Wolfe was still in a deep slumber, only stirring and slowly opening her eyes when she heard some noise.

“Mr. Wolfe, I…”

Chelsea Wolfe wanted to say she really couldn’t take it anymore, but thinking back to the wild night they’d shared, there was a faint anticipation in her heart.

It was a feeling that made her somewhat hard to control herself.

On top of that, she was born to Glen Wolfe’s mistress and often got bullied in the family. If she could take good care of Barry Wolfe, her status would definitely rise.

If she could bear his child, Glen Wolfe might even provide for her.

Thinking of this, she clenched her teeth, flipped the blanket aside, and whispered softly, “Mr. Wolfe, come back to bed and keep me company again.”

Upon seeing this, Greg Jensen revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth and pounced again.

…

Noon.

After a restorative nap, while holding the delicate body of Chelsea Wolfe, Greg Jensen instructed the maid to bring lunch to the bedroom.

As he watched Chelsea Wolfe sitting on the bed, gobbling down her food, with a weary, pale face, Greg Jensen suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

He had intended to give her a few Revitalizing Pills to help her recuperate, but when he reached into his bag, he found it empty.

He then remembered that he had used all the Revitalizing Pills and hadn’t had the chance to make more.

After hesitating for a while, Greg Jensen softly asked, “Are you short on money?”

Chelsea Wolfe’s body trembled, her hand holding the chopsticks froze midair. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her head, revealing a radiant smile.

“I lack for nothing, you don’t need to worry about me. If you have things to take care of, just go ahead, I’ll wait for you here,” she said.

Greg Jensen was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, “Then stay here with peace of mind. If you lack anything, go ask Glen Wolfe for it. Don’t worry, I will speak to him about it later.”

“Okay.”

Chelsea Wolfe smiled again. “Be careful when you’re out handling matters.”

“Alright, I will be.” Greg Jensen felt a warmth in his heart, nodded again, and left.

The master bedroom quieted down once more.

Chelsea Wolfe sat on the bed, stunned for a moment, as tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. She seemed not to notice, continuing to eat her meal.

Only the food that had been so delicious just moments ago now tasted of nothing.

…

Greg Jensen drove the car that Glen Wolfe had given him, leaving the villa to head toward the Wolfe family estate.

Glen Wolfe, who was napping, hopped out of bed immediately upon hearing of Greg Jensen’s arrival. He quickly dressed and came out to greet him.

“Mr. Wolfe, please come inside,” said Glen Wolfe.

“No need to bother.”

Greg Jensen shook his head, didn’t even get out of the car, and looked at Glen Wolfe with a stern voice, “From today on, Chelsea Wolfe is my woman.

When I’m not here, you are to take care of her for me, understood?

If you take good care of her, there will be a reward; if not, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the consequences.”

Glen Wolfe quickly bowed and said, “Yes, understood, understood…”

Through the window of the Maserati, Greg Jensen looked past Glen Wolfe to see a few of the younger Wolfes scrambling out.

He looked at Kole Wolfe and others, a faint cold smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth, “Truly envious of the Family Head of the Wolfes, having so many children.”

He paused slightly, then looked at Glen Wolfe again with an insinuating tone, “Family Head Wolfe, can you still recognize all of them?”

“This…”

Glen Wolfe broke out in a cold sweat on the spot, his mind racing as he quickly grasped what was meant, and hastily said:

“I can still recognize them. Take Chelsea Wolfe, for example, she’s my most cherished daughter.”

“Hmm, that’s good. I was genuinely worried that Family Head Wolfe might become senile in old age and fail to recognize his own children.”

“That will never happen, I will certainly recognize them, even if I become senile.”

Greg Jensen nodded noncommittally and said, “I hope all the Wolfes can recognize each other,” before driving away.

Seeing this, Glen Wolfe finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him, Kole Wolfe and the others hurried over and asked, “Dad, what did that guy say to you just now?”

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Glen Wolfe shook his head and turned to say, “Starting from today, Chelsea Wolfe’s monthly allowance is whatever she asks for, no limit.”

“What did you say?”