The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter 289 The drama on the street.

This kind of interest Aoba Hoyle had on Chloe Malan differed from the impulse that he used to have on the other women. He did not know what it was but just could not resist it.

So twenty-four minutes ago, it was nearly noon, and he could use some company. Yet when he called Chloe, she just told him to find her.

“Track me down if you can.” She sounded drunk.

Aoba had no idea where he could find the drunk woman in a city unfamiliar to him, but when he decided to just find a random place for lunch, here she was, puking her stomach out on the side of a trunk.

God knew how much she drank.

He carried her into the car while Chloe just smirked.

“Not in my car, I’m warning you.”

His words did not work at all. Two minutes later, she squirted everything left in her stomach on his pants, and together with the smell of alcohol, Aoba almost threw up in his car, too.

Driving back home at maximum speed, he helped her to the bathroom for emptying her stomach before leaving the comatose woman on his bed.

“Ugh.”

He then threw his filthy pants into the waste and went to wash.

But three minutes later, the door of the bathroom was opened, and somehow, Chloe staggered in.

Next thing Aoba knew, she started to undress in front of him.

“Hey, wakie wakie. I don’t mind watching your strip dance, but don’t call me an asshole when you’re sober tomorrow.”

But she just kept on what she was doing.

Inside the bathroom, the steam clouded everything...

Next day morning.

Slap!

Aoba was slapped to wake, “What

she covered her

the face again while he was

That was hurt!

that was coming toward him

“Impossible!”

“It just happened.”

asshole!!!” She screamed and jumped into her feet.

BANG! SPLASH! CRASH!

destroyed everything she could see before putting on her clothes calmly.

see your face again.” Then she just left with

...

Aoba could still feel his face hurt.

the first woman that dared to lay hands on him, but instead of being

“You don’t want to see me, huh? Well, where else can you hide.” He

...

“Oh shit!”

bar was four hundred meters near, but Chloe Malan sprained her ankle.

to massage the sprain, she lost herself in the

Aldington to kick hard on

“Chloe?”

head and saw the people she hated

was her

middle-aged woman and the pain coming from

He’s sick! The doctor asks for two hundred thousand! I know you can save him! Please,

“Don’t do this on the street.” Chloe mumbled with no expression as if all her strength was pumped out all of a sudden.

Yet the woman was

Chloe closed her eyes and raised her head to the sky with both hands falling. Getting no response, the woman buckled her arm with the sharp, hard nails.

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