My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

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Jenkins glanced at Peter. 'Of course I know that!"

At the time of the accident, Peter was knocked out, but it was her who had pulled him out. Without a good deal of strength, how could that have been possible?

She almost rolled her eyes and was about to explain when a voice rang out. "Peter, what are you doing?"

Jenkins turned around and saw Susan.

Peter immediately walked over. "Susan, you're here already!"

Susan nodded. "Yeah, didn't we agree to go try on the wedding dress today?"

After that, she looked toward Jenkins.

Her eyes were filled with hostility as she sized up Jenkins from head to toe. She then scoffed coldly before taking Peter's arm as if to declare her sovereignty.

She saw from afar that Peter was chatting with Jenkins. Peter looked gentle when speaking with the maid, not quite the same as when he was with Susan.

Susan often had to express her needs to Peter before he thought about fulfilling them, but just now, Peter seemed very proactive when talking to Jenkins.

A sense of crisis began to grow in Susan's chest.

She stared at Jenkins and said, "Miss Jenkins, may I ask when you will compensate for my dress?" A maid like Jenkins certainly had no money, which meant she couldn't compensate for Susan's loss. Just by bringing this up, Susan thought Jenkins would surely be forced to back down. The maid would definitely realize the difference between herself and people like Peter.

As Susan was thinking, she heard Jenkins say, "Right. Please wait a moment. I've already bought it." After saying this, Jenkins exchanged a glance with Peter before running toward her room.

Susan looked at. Peter in confusion. "She's bought it?"

"Yeah, she bought it last night."

Peter answered with a smile, feeling a bit guilty.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Suddenly, Susan asked, "Which floor did she buy it on? It's not a high imitation, is it?"

"How could that be? She bought it on the second floor!" Peter answered without thinking.

Susan was speechless.

She knew what had happened. Peter was generous, and it was he who had bought the new dress.

No wonder Jenkins, a little maid, said she had bought the dress...

Susan immediately became vigilant. When had Jenkins and Peter gotten so close?!

She frowned but didn't say much, just smiled at Peter.

Soon, Jenkins returned, holding a dress, which she handed Susan. Susan smiled and said, "Actually, I shouldn't have asked you to buy me a new dress. Keep it. Consider it a gift!"

Jenkins was instantly baffled and waved her hands. "No, it's too valuable. I don't want it..."

After that, she stuffed it into Susan's hands.

Susan became even more certain of her suspicion.

"This little slut! She must have tried to seduce Peter by taking advantage of yesterday's incident!"

Taking a deep breath, Susan suddenly said, "Peter, after that incident, Miss Jenkins and I could consider ourselves acquainted. I don't have a female company for today's trip to the bridal shop. Why not invite her to come along with us?"

Peter didn't think much about it and nodded immediately. "Sure!"

Jenkins was startled for a moment. She glanced at Susan and seemed to realize something, "Well, Young Master Peter, shopping isn't part of my duties, and I still have a lot of work to do."

Susan immediately said, "Then let the butler switch your schedule, or are you unwilling to come

along? Can a servant refuse the requests of their employer?"

Jenkins was speechless, and she faked a smile. "Of course not. In that case, let's go!"

Susan handed over the dress to Jenkins right away.

Jenkins followed behind her, carrying the bag with the dress as if she were a little follower.

When Peter saw this, he paused, instinctively wanting to take the bag. "We can leave the dress here!

"But after we try on the wedding dress, I might just leave. Do I have to come back home to fetch the dress?"

Susan asked with feigned innocence.

Peter didn't see that coming.

While thinking what to say, Jenkins immediately said, 'I can carry it, Young Master Peter. I'm very strong!"

Peter could only nod. "Okay!

Jenkins followed Peter and Susan out the door, and when the three of them went shopping. Susan walked in the front with Peter.

Although they said they were shopping for a wedding dress, the mall was simply too big. As they walked, Susan entered a store, and when she came out, two more bags were in Jenkins' hands.

After roughly visiting a dozen stores, Jenkins was carrying a lot of bags.

Moreover, no one knew what had come over Susan, but the things she had bought included extremely heavy kitchenware.

Jenkins' arms were sore. She tried to shift the bags around, but with both hands full, she couldn't do that. She could only lift the bags up to ease the muscles in her upper arms.

As she moved her shoulders, Peter noticed right away and promptly said, "Let me help you carry some of that!"

Before he could finish, Susan clung to his arm. "Peter, we're almost at the wedding dress store, and you need to try on clothes. How can you have hands free to carry things? And this amount of stuff shouldn't be too heavy... Let Jenkins carry it!"

After that, she looked at Jenkins. "Are these things very heavy? As a maid, you should be used to carrying heavy stuff, right? After all, you shouldn't find working in your employer's house too tough a

job.

Jenkins was speechless.

She twitched her mouth, nearly rolling her eyes, but ended up staring at Susan and gritting her teeth as she uttered, "Of course not."

Susan then said apologetically, "Since it's not heavy, please carry them. I'm a bit of a germaphobe. If the bags were to touch the ground, I would feel very uncomfortable...

Jenkins was shocked.

So, what Susan meant was that once they got into the wedding dress store, Jenkins would have to carry everything the whole time. Trying on wedding dresses and getting makeup done would take at least two hours. Her arms wouldn't be able to take it!

Jenkins had been working since she was young and had done all kinds of jobs to earn money. How could she not see that Susan was deliberately making things difficult for her?

She clenched her fist tightly and looked toward Susan. With a strong, chilling voice, she asked, "Miss Simpson, couldn't you compromise with your germaphobia a bit?"

Susan crossed her arms, smiling at Jenkins. "No. If you put the bags on the ground, I might not want them anymore. Items that have touched the floor are just too dirty. By the way, Jenkins, you did wash your hands before leaving the house, didn't you?"

Jenkins didn't know what to say.

She felt so angry that her chest heaved. Did they think she was easy to push around and a soft target to squeeze? Susan had definitely picked the wrong person to mess with today!

At that thought, Jenkins let out a cold laugh.