The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

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...

day morning.

Slap!

to wake, “What

and she covered her body with a quilt, “You...”

slapped him on the face again while he was

Damn! That was hurt!

her trembling hand that was coming toward him again, “You

“Impossible!”

“It just

asshole!!!” She screamed and jumped into her

SPLASH! CRASH!

see before putting on her clothes calmly.

let me see your face again.” Then she just left with

...

this morning, Aoba could still feel his face hurt.

that dared to lay hands on him, but instead of being angry, he now found her more attractive.

want to see me, huh? Well, where else can you hide.”

...

shit!”

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

there to massage the sprain, she lost herself in the thoughts.

to harass her in the bar, she would ask Ivy Aldington to kick hard on his ass. Ivy was looking for relieving his feelings anyway, and that kid would be a perfect punchbag.

“Chloe?”

raised her head and saw the people she hated the most in

her mother.

the middle-aged woman and the pain coming from her ankle, Chloe walked straight to the bar.

hospital! He’s sick! The doctor asks

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

“Please! Chloe! Only you can save your father now!” Yet the woman was yelling even louder, drawing more

her head to the sky with both hands falling. Getting no response, the woman buckled her arm with the sharp,