The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

In order not to affect the normal business hour of the bar, they decorated the place first and tore the partition wall down later. There was also a slight change in the pattern.

Chloe Malan’s new song successfully captured the heart of the guests. Some of them even approached her and asked which song it was. She said that she and her partner wrote it.

Colbert smiled and said, “Sister Chloe, you and Brother Summer make a cute couple.”

This made Aoba Hoyle unhappy. She wrote some songs. What was so special about it? He could paint.

There were only a few painters like him in the country, but there were a lot of people who could write bad songs like she did. What’s the big deal?

He hated to admit that when Chloe Malan was singing on the stage looking fierce, the mysterious aura she gave off captivated him. His heart skipped a beat.

Chloe Malan, these past two days, no one knew whether it was Alan Hoyle’s words who got under her nerve or that Olive Steele woke her up, she no longer persistently approached Aoba Hoyle. Her attitude was now cold and distant. She didn’t care much about him. Wherever she wanted to go, he would drive his car toward her. Chloe Malan wouldn’t refuse. She even regarded him as a full time driver.

This kind of person was called masochist. The more he was abused, he happier he would be. He would be uncomfortable if he was not abused. Aoba Hoyle belonged to this category.

Therefore, he sought comfort in constant abuse and lived happily with it. He paid more attention this way. Soon she came to power, he would come banging with a bouquet of roses.

“You’re so unbearably vulgar.” was how she responded.

Well, he was vulgar and proud. He was a layman and had no intention of using his identity as an artist to cover it.

an epiphany and sent her to the bar, but didn’t follow

Chloe Malan thought that the man finally gave up. She breathed a sigh of relief, but at

People might not spot her flaw, but

room, Colbert

anything expect that her

come today? Did you send him away?” Edgar

Chloe Malan picked up a wooden stick and knocked it on him, “Why can’t you speak nicely? You know I don’t

her this question, she

would pester her every day. He would follow her around, but now that he left, she kind of missed him.

how habit was a terrible thing.

that she didn’t

was depressed, “I’m going out

wore very little. She didn’t feel cold in the bar wearing her thin skirt, but outside, she

“Are you waiting for me?” asked a deep voice behind her. She could feel a warm

“Are you a ghost or

“There is no ghost in this world, probably

“You’re a