The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

He had expected her to say this. Everyone had a sense of self-protection, especially an injured woman who was sensitive to the core like a hedgehog. She was only trying to defend herself tightly.

She was putting up a tough act in front of him. She didn’t want him to see her fragile side.

He wanted to protect her. No woman had ever made him have such a strong urge to protect before. He liked her claws out, but he hated the sadness at the bottom of her eyes.

“Okay. I understand. I will not let you be wronged again.”

He didn’t want to say much. She might not believe it anyway. Action was the best explanation for her. People who didn’t know her might think that she was evil and poisonous, but he knew it well that it was merely an act of protection when she was helpless.

Chloe Malan didn’t respond much.

She had long understood that she couldn’t listen to promises nor have high hopes. Although she was moved, but she could never have the courage to submit herself and her whole life to him like moth to light.

A man might not be reliable, she could only rely on herself. She had precautions for her new relationship.

avoid getting hurt. However, she didn’t want to calculate who loved more and who loved less. She only knew that she wouldn’t give love her one hundred percent. She wanted to keep a part of it for herself.

to take notes so

and grabbed a pen

on. I’ll write it down, sign it, and put it in my wallet as

She wanted to scold him, but her

me, you can only have me.

stopped writing and smiled at her, “You little fish. If I happen to catch you, I won’t let you have the

being together with her. He admitted that he had dated many women before, but no one made him fall to his knees. She came without a brake into his heart like

job for you. People have always looked down on woman in the entertainment industry and thought that they were

manager, you can consider me.” he loved to see her radiant confidence on stage. When she was offstage, she would occasionally show her inferiority complex even unconsciously.

couldn’t see it, but he could.

pop music. Although it was not as elegant as classical music, but at least, it was nothing vulgar. He loved to paint as well. So what? He even began to think to establish

day like a servant.

food terrible or iron his clothes wrinkled when she took care of him back then. That time, he

but

shrew. He had to endure it. She might be gentle once in a while. No one asked him to fall in love with a shrew either.