Admiral, Your Wife Is Gone ABO - Chapter 10

Please wait a moment. I’ll fetch your clothes and then escort you over.

Luo Le nodded, watching the man’s retreating figure as he rubbed his aching lower back.

After the man returned with the clothes, Luo Le followed him into the fitting room.

Just as he finished putting on his pants, he overheard a loud conversation outside the fitting room door.

Vice Chen is back today. Boss seems to be in a better mood. I messed up during training, but he didn’t even scold me.

Yeah, finally! Boss has been in an especially foul mood these past few days, scolding us so badly I almost wanted to quit.

If you ask me, Boss only keeps such a close eye on our training when he’s bored. Hopefully, things will go back to normal now. Thank heavens! With Boss’s overwhelming pheromones, I can barely breathe around him.

Exactly! I don’t know how Vice Chen, an omega, can tolerate Boss’s presence.

Speaking of that, have you heard? Boss’s wife has arrived and is staying with him now.

The more Luo Le listened, the more uneasy he felt. Could they be talking about Huo Lanjing…?

He shook his head. What are the odds? They must be talking about someone else.

I heard, I heard! It’s that one Boss hates the most. Heavens, no wonder he’s been in such a foul mood lately. I wonder how long he’ll be staying.

The more they talked, the more hopeless they sounded.

Oh, right! Vice Chen is back, isn’t he?

That’s right! Thank Vice Chen, thank him so much!

Stop gossiping and hurry up! Try on your clothes, buy them quickly, and get back. Our break is almost over. If we’re late, Boss Huo will give us a ‘special treat’.

Boss Huo, Luo Le thought bitterly. So the hated Madam General they were talking about was him.

Ugh, don’t make it sound so disgusting.

Oops, wrong door! This is the omega’s dressing room. Damn, almost walked in.

The voices gradually faded away.

Luo Le unconsciously tightened his grip on the shirt in his hand.

Did Huo Lanjing really hate him that much? After only a few days, he’d already provoked such intense anger.

Luo Le stood motionless, lost in thought.

After a long silence, a knock came from outside the door.

Sir, are you alright? Sir?

D watched the door anxiously. The customer had been inside for so long—could something have happened?

Sir, if you’re okay, just give us a shout.

Just as they were about to kick the door down, it swung open from the inside.

Luo Le changed back into his original clothes and pointed to the garments inside and the ones in his hand.

Pack these up and deliver them to this address. Charge it to my account.

When Luo Le emerged, he noticed the same group of people were still chatting, each holding a few items of clothing.

Please follow me, he said.

As he approached the cashier, the group fell in behind him, continuing their conversation about other amusing topics.

D prompted, Please present your Smart Brain ID or Star Need Card.

Hearing the voices behind him, Luo Le slapped his Star Need Card onto the counter.

Swipe it.

Everyone who saw the Star Need Card froze in surprise.

In the First Legion, only one person possessed such a card.

Luo Le’s identity was immediately clear.

The group’s gazes toward the Star Need Card turned subtly wary, especially those behind him.

They had just been gossiping about Madam General. If she had overheard them, they were doomed.

They silently prayed, She didn’t hear, she didn’t hear.

Admiral Huo’s wife was notoriously spoiled. Crossing her would bring nothing but trouble.

Alright, please wait a moment… Done.

Luo Le acknowledged with a nod, took his Star Need Card, and turned to face the slightly stiff group behind him.

He waved the card in front of them.

Are you soldiers under my husband’s command?

What they saw was a delicate young man, his face radiating smugness as he flaunted the Star Need Card in his hand.

The group paused for a long moment before one of them finally replied, Yes, Madam General.

Luo Le cast them a dismissive glance. You’ve all heard about my reputation. If I ever catch you gossiping behind my back again…

Madam General, we were wrong! We’ll never do it again! Please don’t tell Admiral Huo, okay? We promise to keep our mouths shut from now on.

Luo Le knew he couldn’t control what others said, but he couldn’t shake his annoyance.

At first, he felt a pang of hurt, but then he remembered he wasn’t the type to swallow his anger.

If he was unhappy, others wouldn’t get off easy either—especially since he was the one in the right.

We’ll see. Depends on my mood. I’m leaving now.

Safe travels, Madam General.

The group watched Luo Le stride away with effortless grace.

Once his figure disappeared from sight, they all breathed a collective sigh of relief. The tallest man on the left grumbled, Good thing he didn’t make a fuss. We should really stop gossiping about others.

The more refined-looking man in the middle disagreed. Who does he think he is? Everyone in the Empire knows Admiral Huo’s marriage is just for show. What’s with the attitude?

Just shut up already. We were in the wrong to begin with.

Damn, time’s almost up! Hurry, hurry, hurry, let’s pay the bill!

After settling the bill, the group sprinted frantically toward the training grounds.

On the way home, Luo Le’s mood remained sour.

The thought of Huo Lanjing having someone else gnawed at his heart like a fine needle. Despite having vented his anger, he felt deeply uneasy.

So, the pendant was a gift from Vice Chen?

No wonder Huo Lanjing treasures it so much.

But if that’s the case, why did Huo Lanjing do that with me yesterday?

The more Luo Le pondered, the more agitated he became. He finally gave up trying to make sense of it.

After washing up, he wrapped himself in the quilt, took a deep breath, and inhaled Huo Lanjing’s cold pine pheromones that still lingered in the air.

But this time, the familiar scent offered no comfort.

He tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

Eventually, exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he drifted into a deep sleep.

He slept straight through until nightfall.

Luo Le stirred awake, his eyes adjusting to the pitch-black surroundings. He felt disoriented.

A burning sensation in his stomach made him uncomfortable.

He tried to get up to find something to eat, but before he could steady himself, darkness engulfed his vision.

He quickly sat back down, his limbs trembling uncontrollably, his heart pounding, and cold sweat drenching his skin.

Clutching his thighs for support, Luo Le replayed the doctor’s words in his mind.

Interstellar travel is indeed taking a toll on his body.

This had never happened before. He realized he needed to schedule a check-up soon.

After a moment to recover, Luo Le felt much better.

He went downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen.

Seeing the milk on the table, he grabbed a glass and gulped down a large cup.

The burning sensation in his stomach finally began to subside.

Just as he wiped the milk from his lips, a wave of nausea surged up from his stomach.

Luo Le clutched the trash can and vomited up everything he’d just drunk, along with the nuts and snacks he’d eaten for lunch.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the trash can, the joints of his slender, pale fingers protruding sharply.

By the end, he was retching dryly, nothing left to expel.

A large hand suddenly appeared behind him, gently rubbing his back.

When he finally caught his breath, a glass of water was offered to his lips.

Luo Le took a sip, only to spit it out immediately.

Just as he was about to take another sip, the owner of the glass suddenly asked coldly, Are you pregnant?

Luo Le spat out the water he’d just taken, coughing violently. Cough, cough, cough…

Tears streamed down his face from choking as he turned to look at the man, whose brow was slightly furrowed and face grim.

Cough… say that again?

Get checked. I’ll go with you tomorrow.

Luo Le glared at him, gritting his teeth. Husband, you’re joking, right? We haven’t seen each other in a year and three days—just yesterday, and even then, nothing happened inside. Even if something somehow got in, it’s only been one day. How could I be pregnant? Or do you think I’ve been keeping an A on the side?

Huo Lanjing stared at the person before him, who was grinning without a care in the world, and said coldly, Luo Le.

His tone carried a veiled warning.