My Husband Chose His Destined Intern

“Babe, you need to clear your weekend schedule right now. You’re taking me to that new French restaurant that just opened downtown.”

The moment I walked into my husband’s office, my jaw dropped.

Benjamin, the man who always prided himself on keeping a strict professional distance from the opposite sex, was holding the hand of our new intern, Nora.

Fury flared in my chest. I stormed over, my hand automatically raising to slap this homewrecker across the face.

But right before my hand made contact, a strange, robotic voice echoed in my head:

【Slap me! Come on, hit me hard!】