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.”

She tried so hard to stop herself from taking the bandages away

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send Emma back to the mental hospital; the other was to let her take her punishment. Both were not good choices, but he had to pick

see Mason while going downstairs. She smiled happily, “Dad, what’s wrong? You look upset. Do

Mason forced himself

care. She nodded and said, “I am so hungry now. Could you please urge the maid to cook for me? I am starving!” Mason told her that the maid was cooking and the meal was

large dining room. It was a bit too silent. But Emma didn’t seem to realize it,

mood to eat. He looked at Emma and asked, “Do you

care to Elena. After a while, she added, reminding him, “Dad. She isn’t your biological daughter. And she doesn’t care about you at all.

“Emma!”

wrong? Though you try so hard to help her, she doesn’t give a shit! Don’t waste your time,

of her mean remarks. He couldn’t bear to listen more, “Then tell me now; do you have anything

rudely and starting yelling at him, “Dad! What are you talking

the evidence! I have to admit it, though I don’t

at me!” Emma yelled even louder, “Again, it has nothing to do with me!

on…you know

lowered his head guiltily,

her arm and showed the scar to him, “Dad. Look at that. I almost died! I won’t be stupid again or waste

so shocked. The scar on her skin brought him back to the day when he saw Emma was lying

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 one you should believe in and

breath, looking at her and saying in a low

know if he really felt sorry for her. The next second, she smelt

Emma who was sleeping quietly at the table, saying to himself, “I want to believe in you. But…I can’t. Many things have happened lately. I don’t know whom I should trust now. Anyway, you can't stay