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.

intention of using his identity as an artist to cover it. He

This evening, he had an epiphany and sent her

Chloe Malan thought that the man finally gave up. She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt loss. She was

People might not spot her flaw, but Summer was

Colbert

she didn’t feel anything expect that her heart was empty.

come today? Did you send him

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

did she really hate him? When Alan Hoyle asked her this question, she was unable to give him a clear

follow her around, but now that

was

the cradle-robber, she was afraid that she didn’t have the courage to, especially with his background. It

“I’m going out for some air.”

wore very little. She didn’t feel cold in the bar wearing her thin skirt, but outside, she shivered. Outside, she couldn’t help hugging herself.

a deep voice behind her. She could feel a warm breath on her

Malan was startled, “Are

“There is no ghost in this world, probably

“You’re a ghost.”