The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

“My dad had no bad habits. He didn’t smoke nor play cards, but he liked to drink wine. When I was young, I remembered I was around six or seven years old, I started stealing my dad’s wine. In the beginning, I was curious about wine. After drinking it, I found out that the taste was not that good, and it caused my nose and throat uncomfortable.”

Alan Hoyle laughed, “But, you’re still drinking it.”

“For kids, drinking fell second. The fun was in the stealing part that no one noticed. Slowly, I started to learn to hold my liquor.”

Alan Hoyle looked at the funny and proud woman in front of him, “You little rascal.”

He was just worried about her.

She kicked his feet under the table, “Hey, you really can’t compare with me.”

“Are you trying to make me lose to escape our agreement earlier today?” he reminded her smilingly.

She blushed. Her heart skipped a beat. Why couldn’t she hide her intention in front of this man? She glared at him, bitterly, “You have seen through me.”

“Of course, I have, my beloved little fox.” he smiled dangerously.

“You’re an old fox.” She grunted.

insignificant when compared

gorgeous fireworks bloomed over the hotel roof. They turned into different shapes once they were

to the

her bare shoulders. He wrapped her whole

in her mind as she turned her head around, “You

He nodded. He didn’t deny it.

so wasteful.” she was moved. All the fireworks in the sky were for her.

ears, “You’re telling me to save my money now?”

Her hands were trapped inside the blanket. So, she kicked him in the feet, “Who’s

head and looked up at the bright sky.

fireworks lit up for a small second, but her relationship with him should work the opposite.

The fireworks lasted for a long time. Many people were alarmed. Even the guest next door leaned out from the balcony. They looked like a young couple. Happiness flowed in their faint laughter.

was a beautiful night.

here, it would have been perfect.

said,

missed her and his little princess. The lovely girl turned out to be his daughter, and the feeling of being a father was

her body and looked at him, “Alan, that you for

of his tenacity, her struggle became meaningful. If she had to do it again, she

help teasing her, “Is this how you express your

She was not easy to be teased. She reached out her hand from the blanker to pinch his arm,