Presiden's wild wife

Elena looked outside the window and a familiar figure was passing by. It was Mason, who was walking in a hurry without noticing them in the car. But Elena just gave a quick glance, showing no care about him.

“Are you okay?” Logan looked at her with care.

Elena took a deep breath, “It doesn’t matter. He never cares about me and I don’t care about him now.”

“Give me the recording, and I will handle it from here.” He held her hand tightly.

Elena agreed, leaning back.

He raised his hand to touch her hair. She turned to him, smiling, “Then I will rely on you from now on! You have to take good care of me for the rest of your life.”

Logan opened his arms to embrace her, “My pleasure.”

She leaned towards him with affection and tenderness.

After a snow, it got really cold in H City. The windows were covered with a layer of frost. George was discharged from the hospital. But he didn’t go back to the Browns’ villa first, but to the home of Logan and Elena.

Elena couldn’t help thinking Grandpa George was actually a child when she saw his face, “Grandpa, you can stay here whenever you like, but you shouldn’t come here without informing other people. What should I do if they blame it on me?”

“What are you afraid of? Don’t be afraid. Come on, I will protect you.” George insisted.

Logan sighed, “Grandpa, don’t be willful.”

“I am not willful! I’m here to save my life. What if someone in that house wants to hurt me again?” He snorted. He insisted to sit on the couch, seemingly he wouldn’t leave the coach that day. “Anyway, I will stay here, whether you like it or not!”

“Alright. Alright! Stay as

to open the door and was stunned

him. He guessed that Grandpa George would stay here just because they might

at them sitting on the sofa. Then he pushed Yolanda and said, “Apologize to

how painful she was, so she stepped forward

showing her surprise. Apparently, she didn’t know

wondered how Cornel made Yolanda

was thinking now. They looked at each other. The atmosphere around them was just for them only. No one could

looked serious, “Yolanda, I know that you have always hated me that I don’t pay enough attention to you. You

know. Grandpa. It’s all my fault! And I never hate

George looked away then.

George not to blame Yolanda anymore, “Dad, just let it go. You don’t know what Yolanda suffered when you were not

rest in bed in

angry about what Jacqueline said, which was not helpful at all, “Mom, don’t make

innocent in front of Elena and Logan, “No one made a mistake. It’s all my fault. It’s

it’s not the truth. It’s not your

get hurt

apologize to you. Please, go home with us.” Yolanda half-crouched in front of him

asked, “What can we do so that you are willing

he grasped Elena’s hand tightly, “Before I can see my great-grandson, I

surprised to know why he insisted to stay here. It was a

Logan didn’t smile at all. He looked at him, saying in a calm tone, “I am afraid you can’t

do you mean?” George