Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Chapter 222: You asked me what rice bowl is, I can only say it smells delicious.

Mrs. Stacy did not return to Hell's Kitchen, but drove back to her villa, which had been idle since she moved to Hell's Kitchen.

But today, she came back here with Fisk.

The villa was brightly lit, and Mrs. Stacy drove the car directly into the garage.

The two got out of the car, and Mrs. Stacy's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. The surgical compartment specially modified for Fisk was still standing in the garage.

Mrs. Stacy's cheeks flushed slightly. She closed the car door, and the blush on her face disappeared in an instant. She turned to Fisk with a cold attitude and said, "Come in, Gwen is waiting for us."

As soon as he opened the door, the tempting aroma of food hit him. The rich aroma instantly filled the entire space, and people's taste buds were involuntarily aroused. Fisk immediately smelled Mrs. Stacy's specialty - Wellington steak and pasta.

The steak was grilled to perfection, with a golden and crispy crust and a rich buttery aroma, and the beef inside was tender and juicy with an attractive color. The pasta was cooked to a chewy texture, paired with the carefully prepared meat sauce and various spices, which greatly increased one's appetite.

Gwen was putting food on the table.

When he saw them coming back, a hint of sadness flashed across his face, but soon turned into a bright smile.

Fisk sensitively realized that Gwen was hiding something from him, but before he could ask, Mrs. Stacy had already walked into the kitchen and continued to finish the next dish.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fisk quickly asked Mrs. Stacy.

"Gwen...what's wrong?"

"Mom is taking me to..."

"Gwen!"

Mrs. Stacy's voice suddenly came from the kitchen.

Gwen heard Mrs. Stacy's voice and could only shut her mouth and walk into the kitchen.

Fisk was stunned, and immediately guessed what Gwen was going to say.

Mrs. Stacy wants to take Gwen away from her.

Fisk froze in place.

There are some things he cannot accept, and some things he cannot accept.

However, he did not show it immediately, but sat at the edge of the table, waiting quietly.

The soup for the evening was cream of mushroom soup, the rich aroma was a bit intoxicating.

The table was eerily quiet. Gwen looked around, feeling a little overwhelmed. She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know where to start. She could only lower her head and concentrate on cutting the tender steak on the plate. Her movements were a little stiff, and she seemed to be very careful every time she cut. After cutting a small piece of steak, she gently put it into her mouth and chewed it slowly, but she couldn't taste the delicious taste of the past. Then, she picked up the mushroom soup in front of her and drank it in small sips with the help of a spoon, but the rich aroma couldn't dispel the uneasiness in her heart at this moment.

Mrs. Stacy didn't say anything, just kept drinking red wine, one glass after another. The dark red liquid shone mysteriously under the light, as if telling of her complicated emotions. Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy like this, and a trace of worry surged in his heart, and he reached out to stop her.

But Mrs. Stacy twisted her wrist slightly and broke free. She put the cup on the dining table, making a slight sound that was particularly clear in the silent space.

She said in a calm voice: "Fisk, I want to take Gwen to settle in Europe." It seemed like she was discussing, or as if she was informing Fisk of her decision.

Fisk was slightly startled, and a hint of surprise and reluctance flashed in his eyes.

He stared at Mrs. Stacy, as if trying to find the answer from her face. "Why did you suddenly make such a decision?" he asked, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

Mrs. Stacy was silent for a moment, her eyes revealing a trace of fatigue and helplessness. She lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the wine glass in her hand, her thoughts seemed to drift far away. "The situation here is becoming more and more complicated, and I don't want Gwen to be in danger."

She said slowly, with a tremor in her voice, "You can see that New York is full of uncertainties nowadays, and dangers can happen at any time. Gwen is still young, and she should grow up in a safe environment. Europe is relatively safer, and I can also give her a more stable life." She raised her head and looked at Fisk, her eyes full of determination. "I can't let Gwen take risks anymore. This is my responsibility as a mother."

"That's not a real reason!" Fisk interrupted Mrs. Stacy, his tone firm and powerful. "There is no place in the world safer than New York!"

Mrs. Stacy was silent for a moment, as if she had made some kind of decision, and drank another glass of red wine: "Yes, that's right, I want to take Gwen away from you, it's that simple, do you understand now?"

Fisk sighed inwardly, still looking at Mrs. Stacy in disbelief. "Why? Why do you do this?" His voice trembled slightly.

"What did you say!"

"mom!"

Mrs. Stacy interrupted Gwen rudely without any hesitation, "Before you come of age, I am still your guardian. Even if you have superpowers and become a superheroine who saves New York City, I am still your guardian..."

Gwen lowered her head in a very aggrieved manner.

"Darling, why do you have to do this?

This is all my problem, it has nothing to do with Gwen..."

"Fisk!" Mrs. Stacy turned her head and looked at Fisk very seriously: "Let's end it between us! I am very grateful for everything you have done for me, let's...end it here!"

"Mom!" Gwen suddenly shouted loudly, "Mom, please stop deceiving yourself, okay? Do you think I haven't seen you secretly crying in your room these days? Do you think I don't know that you like Mr. Fisk very much? Do you think I don't know anything? Why do you want to deceive yourself like this? I have lived with you for so many years. Since I was conscious, you have never been so happy as you have been recently. You have been working, working, working every day... But during this time, your face is always filled with smiles, which I have never seen before.

"Mom, you can't give up this relationship and the happy life we ​​may have just because you are afraid. Mr. Fisk has the ability to protect us. We can face the difficulties in the future together instead of choosing to escape." Gwen's eyes were shining with tears, and she held Mrs. Stacy's hand tightly, hoping to change her mother's mind.

Mrs. Stacy looked at the excited Gwen with surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect her daughter to expose the emotions she had been trying to hide so bluntly. But soon, she made up her mind again. Her eyes became firm, although they were still filled with sadness that was difficult to hide.

"Fisk, this is our last farewell dinner. You can leave my house now." Mrs. Stacy's voice was trembling slightly, but it was full of unquestionable determination. "I will hand you my resignation tomorrow morning... I have discussed it with Monica. If nothing unexpected happens, she will take over the position of dean. In addition, don't come to us again in the future, and don't ask where we are going... It's over between us." She bit her lips tightly, trying to control her emotions. She knew that this decision was extremely difficult for her, but she thought it was a choice that had to be made for Gwen and her own future.

"I don't accept it!" Fisk, who had been playing dumb and acting like an ostrich, could no longer hold back. His eyes were burning with stubbornness and persistence, like an enraged lion. Fisk took a step forward and tightly grasped Mrs. Stacy's shoulders. Although his strength was strong, he was restrained, fearing that he would hurt her.

"You can't decide our future like this, and you can't give up our relationship so easily." Fisk's voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable dominance. He stared into Mrs. Stacy's eyes, trying to find a trace of hesitation in her complex eyes.

He found it.

The next second, he suddenly hugged Mrs. Stacy into his arms, holding her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

Mrs. Stacy was startled at first and instinctively wanted to struggle, but Fisk's embrace was so warm and firm that her resistance gradually softened.

"Listen, don't try to escape from me. We've been through so much together, and this relationship can't just end just because you say it's over." Fisk whispered in Mrs. Stacy's ear, his breath brushing her cheek, making her heart tremble involuntarily. Mrs. Stacy's tears finally burst out, and she sobbed in Fisk's arms, and the emotions that she had suppressed for a long time poured out like a flood. She knew that she couldn't give up this relationship, but fear made her choose to escape.

"I know, I was wrong! I shouldn't have done that to Gwen... to me!"

"You are wrong, Mr. Fisk!" Gwen also hugged him, "I like you, and I love my mother too... I know this is wrong, but I have never regretted it!"

Mrs. Stacy couldn't bear it any longer. She kept hitting Fisk's chest with her fists. "You damn bastard, why did you do this... You damn bastard!" Her voice was filled with anger, grievance and helplessness. However, her movements became gentler and gentler. The resentment that had accumulated for a long time seemed to slowly dissipate in the beating.

Fisk stood still, letting Mrs. Stacy vent her emotions. His heart was filled with guilt and regret, and he knew that his actions had caused them great harm. When Mrs. Stacy's strength was gradually exhausted, Fisk gently held her hand and hugged her and Gwen tightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I was too selfish." Fisk's voice was low and hoarse, "But I can't lose you. You are the most important people in my life. I will use everything I have to make up for my mistakes and give you a safe and happy future."

Mrs. Stacy leaned on Fisk's arms, her tears soaking his clothes...

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Fisk returned to the villa.

Mrs. Stacy agreed not to leave. However, Fisk was worried. He sneaked into the villa because he didn't want to lose Mrs. Stacy.

The villa was exceptionally quiet at night, with only a faint light coming through the window. Fisk approached cautiously, his heart filled with tension and worry. He gently pushed open a window and quietly jumped into the room.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance, the unique smell of Mrs. Stacy. Fisk stood quietly in the darkness, his eyes fixed on the door of Mrs. Stacy's room. He knew that his behavior might be a little impulsive, but he could not control the fear in his heart.

He slowly approached the door, put his ear to it, and tried to hear the movement inside. The room was quiet, with only the slight sound of breathing. Fisk's heart settled a little, he knew that Mrs. Stacy was sleeping.

After opening the door, Fisk's heart beat faster. He tiptoed very carefully and walked to the head of Mrs. Stacy's bed without making any sound. The room was filled with soft lights. Although it was dim, it seemed to have a mysterious atmosphere. Fisk's eyes slowly fell on Mrs. Stacy, and the beautiful scenery was all reflected in his eyes.

Mrs. Stacy was lying on her side, with a curvy figure. Her long, silky hair was casually scattered on the pillow, exuding a charming luster. Fisk's eyes gradually moved down and saw the two plump buttocks raised high, outlining a seductive arc under the dim light. The graceful lines seemed to be the most perfect masterpiece of nature, which made Fisk's breath stagnate.

However, although Fisk was very interested, at this moment, what attracted Fisk the most was Mrs. Stacy's legs in black stockings. Under the dim light, the black stockings seemed to have a mysterious magic, tightly wrapping Mrs. Stacy's slender and well-proportioned legs. The delicate texture and the looming skin color all exuded an indescribable temptation.

Mrs. Stacy was so drunk that she didn't even take off her clothes. She just lay quietly on her side. Her dress was slightly wrinkled, but it didn't affect her beauty at all.

The black stockings contrast with her dress, adding a touch of charm and sexiness.

"Asshole...what are you still looking at?" Mrs. Stacy's voice came, "Damn asshole, George should have arrested you at that time." Fisk grinned: "Are you really willing to do that?" Fisk's ears suddenly moved, and he looked at the door behind him. The door was opened silently, as if it was gently pushed by an invisible hand. Gwen's little head slowly got in through the crack of the door, with a bit of curiosity and shyness.

She was wearing a proper school uniform, which was exquisitely tailored, highlighting her youthful vitality and innocence. The white stockings were particularly eye-catching in the dim room, like a lily blooming in the dark night. The delicate texture exuded a soft luster under the weak light.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls into the room like water. The cool light gently shines on the black and white stockings, forming a unique visual contrast. The black skirt and white stockings complement each other, adding a bit of mystery and elegance...

(I won’t write it anymore, just read the extra chapter!)

Chapter 223: Something About New York, Right?

(Chapter 219 is typed incorrectly, sorry, I have been feeling a bit uncomfortable these past two days.)

"How many days has she been making trouble?" Nick Fury looked calmly at Natasha who was sitting in the room through the glass, but he was asking the woman in another room.

"It's been going on for nearly a week!" Coulson said helplessly, with obvious injuries on his face. He looked seriously injured. Half of his eye was swollen and the surrounding area was purple, as if it was covered with a thick layer of paint. There were also a few shallow scratches on his cheeks. Although the bloodstains had dried and scarred, it still made people imagine the intense scene at that time.

Nick Fury nodded, and said as if it was the final word: "Natasha should be fine, but that woman..." The two turned around and looked at Ada Wang in another room: "Have you found out her identity?"

Compared to Natasha who was sitting calmly on the chair in the room, Ada Wang was about to tear down the entire room.

The table was overturned, the bed was torn into pieces, and even the walls were covered with dents of all kinds. It seemed that she really couldn't stand this prison-like living environment and was about to go crazy.

I have to say that she is worthy of being the top commercial spy, and she portrayed the reaction of an ordinary person to inexplicable detention vividly.

But Nick Fury still had some doubts. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about the clues about Ada Wong.

This woman's appearance was too sudden, and her background and purpose were full of mystery.

Coulson looked at Ada Wang with a relaxed expression.

"Director, this woman is indeed a Japanese journalist as shown in the file. We found relevant information about her in the archives. She is also well-known internationally. In the past, she worked as a war correspondent for a period of time."

Nick Fury nodded. "Does it match the information in the database?"

Coulson was a little stunned when he heard this.

After a while, he seemed to react and said, "Director, what database are you talking about?"

Nick Fury didn't even turn his head. "The library, of course.

Otherwise, why would I ask you to check his identity?"

SHIELD has had a plan since its inception, which is the Library Project. The purpose is to collect information about everyone in the world, not just their name, place of origin, age, date of birth and other information.

It even includes people's fingerprints, irises, and, if possible, a complete DNA profile.

This plan has been carried out in secret since its inception, including but not limited to stealing information from the information repositories of various medical institutions, or funding to conduct free censuses in some areas... It is no exaggeration to say that as long as SHIELD can control the place, no matter it is a white-haired old man or a newborn baby crying for food.

They have all been registered.

However, this plan is confidential.

Even among SHIELD, there would definitely be no more than five people who knew about it.

Nick Fury has always intended to make Coulson his successor.

Therefore, Coulson's authority also allowed him to know the existence of the library.

However, he had not checked the information from the library before. After all, in his opinion, Ada Wang was just an ordinary Japanese female reporter.

There is no need to go to the library to check the original information.