My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Rowan looked down at the manicure book.

Sylvie looked at Rowan's handsome face. He was no less handsome than Kieran. He was wearing a fine suit, looking graceful, but cold and indifferent.

Such a cold man made people want to approach, but afraid to get close.

Sylvie didn't believe what Linda said just now. She said George liked the prettiest women, and he always liked the brightest color. Sylvie wanted to check whether George would be so superficial. Rowan pointed at a red one, "That's a good one."

What he meant was... the brightest red.

That was the color Linda had chosen.

Sylvie was speechless.

At this moment, Linda came out. "Brother, here you are."

Rowan looked up to see her, and his eyes ran over her freshly manicured nails.

"Brother, did my manicure look good?" Linda held out her little hands and waved them in front of him.

It was nice.

How could it not look good?

Linda was born to a rich business family. And she had been doted and loved since she was a baby.

Her hands were delicate, and she had never done any housework. The bright red looked dazzling against her white fair skin. And her red lips and white teeth emitted charm. Rowan looked at her, a little stunned, "It's very nice."

Linda withdrew her hands and held Sylvie. "Sylvie, let's go, brother. These are the clothes we bought. Thank you for taking them."

Sylvie felt honored to have Rowan carry the clothes.

The three of them went out of the mall, and Rowan's silver Maybach was parked outside. "Get in the car and I'll take you home."

Linda held up her car key and said, "Brother, we drove here, so you don't need to send us. Yanis and Shirley are in there. You may send them back."

Rowan glanced at the car key in her hand. "When did you learn to drive? You used to get lost and couldn't figure out the right way when you were outside." Linda raised her hand to tuck a few wisps of tawny curly hair behind her ear. "Brother, I have grown up and I can't always rely on you."

Rowan looked at her, his voice sounding indifferent, "Leave the car here, and I'll drive you home."

But then a melodious cellphone ring sounded. Someone called Rowan.

"Why didn't you pick it up? I guess it must be Yanis calling and asking you to take them home. Answer the phone to see whether I guessed it right." Rowan took out his phone and answered it.

He didn't mean to hide anything from Linda nor did he walk away, so Yanis's beautiful voice came, "Rowan, where are you now? Can you come and pick up Shirley and me? Our car has been broken and needs fixing."

Rowan looked at Linda. Linda looked back at him, raising her beautiful eyebrows. She would see what he would do.

Rowan quickly chose Yanis and said to Linda. "Be safe."

It was not surprising to Linda. Yanis could always bring him away with a phone call. "Got it, Sylvie and I have to leave now."

The silver Maybach zoomed down the road, Rowan driving with Yanis and Shirley sitting behind.

Yanis apologized, "Rowan, I'm so

sorry, you were going to send Linda

and Sylvie home, but now I ask you to drive Shirley and me back. Did Linda argue with you? After all, she used to mind us being together and she would be mad at you when were together."

Because of Sylvie, Linda hated Yanis so much that when Linda first saw Yanis standing with Rowan, she had a big tantrum with Rowan.

When he was a teenager, Rowan was very popular with girls and received lots of gifts and love letters. Linda had helped girls deliver love letters to Rowan when she was young. The only thing Linda couldn't stand was Rowan being with Yanis.

Yanis remembered that one year on Rowan's birthday, she went to the party, but Rowan disappeared. Everyone was looking for him.

Yanis went to the women's

bathroom and outside the

bathroom, she heard Linda net

"Brother, you know... I don't like. Yanist's she... that hurt Sylvie

don't want to... I don't want to see her."

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Yanis heard Rowan's deep, husky voice, coaxing Linda, "Linda, don't cry, you're crying out of breath. I feel distressed..."

"Brother, you are lying. Why did you... Why did you invite Yanis to your birthday party? I don't want you to be together. I don't want you to be together. She hurt Sylvie..."

"Sylvie... It's because of me or Sylvie that you don't like Yanis? I want you to figure it out. If I don't get the answer I want, you'll see Yanis all the time!"

Rowan slammed the door and left.

Yanis remembered that day very well, and in her mind, Linda loved Rowan, but that was just like a sister liked brother.

After all, Linda was so young at that time that she had been sheltered by Rowan all the time. She didn't even have the chance to have contact with other boys. She didn't know what it was to like.

As for Rowan...

At this time, Shirley snorted coldly, "Rowan, is Linda jealous again? She is always jealous and needs you to coax her!"

Rowan curled his thin lips, looking cold. Linda wouldn't be like that now. She wouldn't lose any temper for him being with Yanis.

A car beeped and Rowan looked sideways and then saw a car hurtling towards him.

In the red Ferrari, Linda sat in the driver's seat, with Sylvie in the passenger seat. Linda took off her cap. A pair of wide sunglasses was wearing on her palm-sized face, looking so amazing.

Yanis and Shirley also saw Linda.

Linda would get lost and couldn't

depend on herself before. Except for

making troubles with Rowan

because of Yanis, Linda

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good and obedient, like a rose in a greenhouse that never experienced any wind or rain.

Linda had changed a lot in the past two years. She was confident and had a strong aura. Now she looked so amazing and charming in her sports car.

Rowan's eyes were full of Linda's flaring tawny curls when Yanis suddenly screamed, "Stop, Rowan, red light!"

He stepped on the brake and Rowan pulled the car to a screeching halt.

Yanis and Shirley looked pale. They almost ran the red light. There was a lot of traffic here and it was so dangerous.

Rowan looked up. The Ferrari had turned away. The window rolled down and he saw the little hand with the bright red manicure reach out, slowly raising the middle finger.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐