Presiden's wild wife

“Since the fake news is fading away, the conference isn't necessary. But I will make a statement.” Logan answered mildly.

Elena nodded. She decided not to worry about it anymore.

Logan patted her head gently, “I know you have gone through a lot lately. You should take a break. I’ll go to work by myself, you don’t have to accompany me. I’ll be back soon.”

“No, I don’t need a break.” She shook her head, trying to cheer herself up, “I am not tired. But you look tired. You are the one who should take a break. Well, did the doctor say you need the bandage changing?”

Logan frowned. He nearly forgot that. Elena pulled his arm, “You should stay at home and take a rest. I’ll go to the office and help you handle things. What’s more, Jacob can help me. You don’t need to worry.”

“Well, then both of us should stay at home.” After thinking for a while, he made the decision.

Elena looked at him. Logan asked her to sit on the couch. “Well, I find it inappropriate for me to change bandage in the office. So let’s stay at home. And you can help look after me.”

“Mr. Brown!” Elena sighed, “You’re so changeable.”

Logan gave her a glance, “Yes, I am. Any question?”

Logan insisted to stay at home with her. ‘He must worry that I will become the gossip topic in the office because of the news.’ Elena thought.

At last, they stayed at home. The doctor came to change the bandage for Logan and soon he left.

She looked at the thick bandage, feeling sullen, “Why did he wrap you with so many layers of bandage? I am afraid it won’t do good to your wound!”

“Honey, don’t worry.”

so hard to stop herself from

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him to make his own choice. One was to send Emma back to the mental

downstairs. She smiled happily, “Dad,

Mason forced himself to

said, “I am so hungry now. Could you please urge the maid to cook for me? I am starving!” Mason

Mason and Emma were sitting at the big table in the large dining room. It was a bit too silent. But Emma didn’t seem to realize it, enjoying her meal so

looked at Emma and asked, “Do you

“Dad. She isn’t your biological daughter. And she doesn’t care about you at all. Why

“Emma!”

she doesn’t give a shit! Don’t waste your time, dad. Why not

“Then tell me now; do you have anything to

putting the folk on the table so rudely and starting yelling at him, “Dad! What are you talking

have to admit it, though I don’t

to do with me! It’s not my

on…you know

head guiltily, patting

at that. I almost died! I won’t be stupid again or waste my life anymore! Why can’t you believe in

skin brought him back to the day when he saw Emma was

to cry with tears, “Dad, please. Don’t listen to the strangers. They are just trying to pit us against each other! Look at me! I am your daughter, the

Emma…” Mason took a deep breath, looking at her and

know if he really felt sorry for her. The next second, she smelt a strange scent and it quickly

himself, “I want to believe in you. But…I can’t. Many things have happened lately. I don’t know whom I