President’s Sweet Wife

"If you don't give up, I will fight to the very end, but we're so OVER!"

Then she strode on without looking back.

This time Laura was terribly frightened.

She was not stupid. She could see that Max was tempted to die with her.

He lost his mind!

It didn't matter if she was dead, but what about her mother?

He was so selfish! He did this to her just because she refused to go home with him.

Laura was pretty cut up, wiping her eyes as she walked.

All the grievances and sadness had turned into tears.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but she knew her legs went numb.

So she found a place by the roadside and sat down.

In a place she did not notice, a black Ferrari was following her quietly.

Max's heart ached when he saw she wept bitter tears and curled up in a tight ball, with her knees tucked up at her chin.

In fact, he didn't know what was wrong with him, like a man possessed.

He was desperate for her to say yes.

Even if it was wrong.

He was tormented by feelings of insecurity.

As if a nod from her would prove that she cared about him,

and she didn't seem to hate him that much.

He didn't mean to hurt her!

He loved her so much that he would die for her. How could he let her die with him?

Max closed his eyes in agony.

After a long time, he lit a cigarette with trembling fingers.

It was eleven at night.

There wasn't a soul in sight on this lonely road.

Laura sat quietly with her head between her laps. He wondered if she was still crying.

He sat in the car smoking. Until he had finished his last cigarette, he got out of the car. Laura was actually tired of crying.

She didn't say any of those words out of anger, but that was not how she really felt, either.

She was too tired to walk. And the coldness of the night made her even weaker.

So she sat there cuddling her legs to stay warm.

At that moment, she felt a little warm.

Looking up, she beheld Max's handsome face.

His face was overcast with coolness. His features stood out boldly against the dim street light.

The smile in his amorous eyes was replaced by indifference.

He took off his coat and put it over her, leaving only a white shirt. The smell of smoke still clung to his clothes.

A mood of melancholy descended on her. Then her nose twitched.

Just as she was about to question him, she did not expect him to bend down and pick her up in his arms.

His arms were strong and seemed more reliable than usual.

At the moment, he looked mature like a real man who was upright and responsible, shouldering all the burdens of hers. Max didn't say a word the whole time.

He helped her into the car and carefully fastened her seat belt. Then he got in the driver's seat and started the car.

They drove along the quiet road. For a long time, they didn't say anything.

There was dead silence in the car, but the silence seemed to be louder than any words.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Laura's apartment.

Somehow, Laura was disappointed at the moment.

She knew very well that she was safe now.

And she would not be hurt by him anymore. However, there was nothing left inside - no words, no anger, no tears. Yet for all that, she felt wretched. She finally got out of the car without uttering a word.

As soon as she got out of the car, she remembered that she still had his coat on her, so she gave it back to him.

Max stared at her out of those washed-out eyes.

His eyes barely moved until he saw her put the coat on the passenger seat.

Instead of looking at him, she walked toward her apartment slowly.

She wondered why she walked so slowly, as if her feet were tied.

Her every step was heavy.

'It's all over,' a tiny inner voice said.

It was all over!

No matter how regretful and reluctant she felt, it was OVER.

From now on, they had nothing to do with each other - no one would give her a hard time anymore; no one would ever make her angry.

But at the same time, no one would stand up for her in her darkest hour.

Her life would get back to stillness and vapidity.

But was that what she wanted?

She lost her heart a long time ago, didn't she?

She would never forget the sunny afternoon when she went to the Nixon house to look for her friend, Max.

But Max was not at home. The servants liked her so much that they let her wait for him in the living room while playing with some toys.

She waited for him happily.

But the person she saw, in the end, was Max's mother -

Christine Nixon

She was a supercilious lady.

A maid followed her that day. Seeing that Laura was here, she joked, "Miss Davies was Max's good friend. They are like peas and carrots. They might be a cute couple in the future."00000