President’s Sweet Wife

It was just a mindless joke that the grown-ups made. However, Christine's expression changed drastically upon hearing that.

She abruptly looked over her shoulder at her maid with a stern face and snarled, "Don't talk nonsense! Don't you know how distinguished we Nixons are? Max's wife will either be a princess or the daughter of an equally prestigious family. How could it be that no-name chick?"

"She's just the daughter of an adjutant. My husband only allowed her to come over because he thought highly of her father. But you should be noted that we Nixons are no longer in the military system. Thus, that adjutant is of little use to us. Can he provide any kind of help to Max in the business world?"

"From now on, I don't wanna hear anything like that ever again. We Nixons will never allow our son to marry such a low-born woman, understand?"

Her maid never thought Christine would be so serious about this. Her face paled with fright.

She answered, "Yes, Mrs. Nixon. I understand."

Christine then nodded with satisfaction and continued to walk to the living room.

Yet, just as they stepped into the living room, they saw a little girl standing there, looking at them with an innocent expression on her face.

She was actually not very little. She was already nine and could understand much more than the grown-ups thought.

She didn't completely grasp the content of their conversation. But girls matured earlier than boys. Even though she had no idea why they talked about her and Max becoming a couple, she could tell that Christine disliked and even detested her from her tone. The maid's countenance altered the moment she saw the girl.

She scurried over with embarrassment and asked with a guilty smile, "Miss Davies, what are you doing here? Why didn't you say hi to us? We didn't see you here."

Her eyes registered panic. Her movements were flustered as well. She seized Laura by the arm with extra force, which made her little arm ache.

But little Laura didn't show any bit of pain on her face. Instead, she just stared unblinkingly at Christine.

Christine looked at her coldly. Though she had just been caught speaking ill of the Davies family behind their backs, her face revealed not a single trace of embarrassment or guilt.

She just fixed her cold eyes on Laura, then gave a contemptuous laugh.

"Now you're here, go have some snacks in the backyard."

After saying that, she turned around to lead Laura to the backyard.

Unexpectedly, Laura said in a clear voice, "No need, Mrs. Nixon."

She put down the toys she was holding one by one and organized them orderly on the table.

Then, fearlessly, she drew herself to her full height, looked at Christine, and said word by word, "I've had so much fun today. Thank you for having me. I'm going home."

With that said, she turned around and ran out of the house.

She had not revisited the Nixon family since then.

She would never forget the disdainful and withering look Christine gave her.

It was the first time that she had sensed hostility in the world since she was born.

She used to be her parents' beloved little princess, too. Although Mr. Davies was not very well off, he had worked for Mr. Nixon for years and made great contributions during the war, which also brought him great fortune. Otherwise, when he took his wife and Laura to live in the south, he couldn't have immediately bought a house and started a business.

Thus, before her father died, her family was fairly loaded.

But at that time, Christine still showed undisguised despise toward her family circumstances.

She looked at Laura as if she was a piece of sticky gum her family couldn't shake off. Laura could never forget that look, nor did she want to see that look again.

That was why up to this time, she still refrained from being together with Max.

She didn't want to see Christine's loathly look. She also hated to see her aged mother be maliciously mistaken by that woman.

She knew that the real reason why she and Max started dating didn't matter because when Christine heard about it, she would jump to the conclusion that Laura had bent over backward to seduce her son for money. Laura didn't want to be mistaken, nor did she want to argue with that woman.

She didn't refute when she was nine. She certainly wouldn't do that when she was 23.

While contemplating, Laura shuffled ahead.

"I've made up my mind. Why do tears keep coming out?" she asked herself inwardly.

She could only lift her arm and wipe her tears with her sleeve again and again. "Laura Davies, stay strong!"

"He's just a man."

"He is not the only man in the world. There are still other fish in the sea. Losing him is no big deal, right?"

"For your pride and your self-esteem, you gotta pull yourself together. Never let yourself be looked down upon by others, and never let your mother worry about you at such an old age."

With that in mind, she quickened her pace and headed inside.

Just then, she heard hurried footsteps from behind.

As if realizing something, Laura's face turned pallid, and she walked faster.

Yet, no matter how fast she walked, how could she be faster than a man?

A moment later, Max swiftly wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Laura struggled as she yelled, "Max, let me go!"

"No, I won't."

Max held her so tight that it hurt. He seemed to be trying to pull Laura into his own body.

He placed his head on her shoulder, feeling her quivers. In a low, pained voice, he said, "Laura, don't break up with me."

Laura was staggered!

She instantly stopped flailing.

Unable to believe her ears, she said, "What did you say?"

Max repeated, "don't break up with me!"

As he spoke, he held her even more tightly, as though he was worried that she would vanish at any moment.

His voice revealed that he could no longer suppress his feelings and his unwillingness to part ways with Laura.

"I don't care why you're leaving me, nor do I care if you like me or not. I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm hopelessly in love with you. You're either going to be with me, or you'll have to kill me. I can't bear to live without you. Nor can I stand seeing you dating other men."

"Whenever I think of you with another man, I feel like I'm going crazy. Laura, don't push me. Don't test my feelings for you, because I really don't know what I'd do if I lose you."

"Give me another chance. Can you drop all your prejudices and give us another chance to start over? If you don't wanna meet my family, you don't have to. As long as you are happy and you promise me that you'll never leave me, you can do whatever you want. If you still don't love me after you try, then I'll give up."