President’s Sweet Wife

Thus, Max decided not to worry too much.

Laura consulted her watch.

"It's late. I gotta go to bed."

Max was very unwilling to let her go. After all, they had just decided to be a couple. It was normal for him to find it tormenting to be separated from Laura.

But he also knew that he should take it slow at the beginning of their relationship. If not, his effort might yield an opposite effect.

Therefore, Max nodded, held her hand, and said, "I'll walk you to your apartment."

Laura didn't say no this time.

Max walked Laura to the door of her apartment and watched her unlock the door and enter her apartment. Just then, he grabbed her hand and placed another kiss on her lips before waving goodbyes at her with reluctance. Smiling, Laura watched him leave. They really looked like two love birds.

Elevator soon arrived. Max walked in. The door slid shut and the elevator went downstairs.

Right after Max left, the smile on Laura's face dissolved.

She closed the door, buried her face in her hands, and limply slumped onto the floor.

Laura had only turned on the light in the hall. The dim, yellow light poured on her, making her look like an isolated island floating helplessly in the dark.

She sat on the carpet, with her arms around her knees, her face buried in between her legs. She felt all her vigor had been sapped. Now she didn't even have the energy to move a finger.

She was drained from inside out.

She knew that Max was truly in love with her. What he said tonight was all from the bottom of his heart.

But that was exactly why she was so worried.

She was worried that she wasn't as good as he thought.

She was worried that someday, she would let him down.

Thinking of that, Laura heaved a sigh. After taking a moment to calm her nerves, she prepared to stand up.

However, just then, she heard the sound of long and slow breathing in the room.

Her body went stiff at once. She was dumbstruck.

To be precise, that was not the sound of breathing but a man's snore.

"Someone is in my bedroom?"

This realization caused Laura's face to pale.

After hesitating for moments, she banished the idea of calling Max, who just left, to come back.

Instead, she tiptoed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Then, walking in light steps, she headed for her bedroom.

She did not know who was making the noise from inside her bedroom.

But this man had shown up uninvited in her apartment late at night. Even a fool should know he was up to no good.

"Is he a crazy fan of mine?"

""Or rather..."

She did not dare to turn on the light for fear of waking up the intruder. To be safe, she entered 911 into her phone and held a finger above the "Call" button. Once anything bad happened, she would call the police.

The light emitted from her phone screen was enough to light up a small area around it. Holding the phone in her hand, she slowly walked toward the bedroom.

The bedroom door was only half-closed.

She gently pushed the door open. In the dim light, she saw that a man seemed to be lying on her bed.

That man was lying on his side, facing her with his back. He had even pulled the blanket over him.

The room was too dark. All the light Laura had was the bleak moonlight outside the window and the faint light from her phone screen. Thus, she couldn't tell who he was. But judging by his figure, he should be a slim, middle-aged man. He was sleeping soundly, as though he were in his own apartment. He snored loudly now and then.

Laura held the knife a little higher. On second thought, she noiselessly put the knife in her other hand and then grabbed a stick that she used to hang her laundry.

After getting her weapons ready, she came to the bed and struck with the stick.

Painful howls immediately reverberated in the room.

Laura didn't dare to speak in case the man recognized her voice. She was a public figure after all. Thus, she just kept hitting him, hoping that she could drive him out. As expected, after being awakened by violence, the muddled man instinctively leaped to his feet and ran for the door.

Laura also went after him, brandishing the stick.

Suddenly, one of them accidentally pressed the switch in the wall during the chase.

The light in the living room was switched on.

The next moment, Laura saw a familiar figure.

She was stupefied at once.

"Diego?"

Laura dropped the stick. Shocked and enraged, she shouted, "Why are you here?"

Diego also came to his senses. He was preparing to run to the outside with his arms covering his head. But at the sight of Laura, he immediately flared up.

He put down his arms and pointed at her, snarling, "You d*mn girl, how dare you hit me? I'm your father!"

He was not afraid of Laura at all. He even believed that he had kept her on a tight rein.

He chose to run before because he was light in the head after being woken up so abruptly. When the stick clouted at him, he subconsciously wanted to dodge.

Now, he had realized what just happened, so he felt rather angry and mortified. Over the years, he was always the one who tyrannized Laura and her mother. When had he ever been hit by them? Laura's face turned stony. She said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because..."

Diego broke off because he suddenly caught sight of the knife in Laura's other hand. His expression altered with some awkwardness.

Then, he said, "Put that thing down and let's talk."

Now Laura knew the intruder was her stepfather, she certainly didn't need weapons anymore. Therefore, she let go of the knife.

After that, she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said impatiently, "Get to the point!"

It was not until this moment that Diego came over in relief and sat down on the other end of the sofa.

He looked at Laura in silence for seconds. Then, out of the blue, he spoke, "I heard that you've found a suitable heart for your mother's transplant surgery, right?"

Stunned, Laura looked at him in disbelief.

"How did you know?"

She had received a call from Natalia the other day, who told her that there was hope for the surgery. She then mentioned this to her mother when she went to visit her.

She did this because she wanted her mother to relax and worry less about her illness.

Knowing her mother, she didn't think her mother would tell Diego this news. Anyway, Diego probably didn't know she was living in St. Peter's. Even if he knew, he might not be able to get in there.

Besides, her mother knew very well what kind of man Diego was. She certainly couldn't talk to him about this.

Hence, Laura was very surprised when she heard Diego bring this up.

Diego gave a cold laugh and said, "How I got the news is not important. She's my wife after all. Now a suitable heart is available, she can have the surgery very soon, right? As her husband, it's only proper that I go over to take care of her. Don't you think so?" Laura's brow furrowed deeply.

She knew Diego too well. He would not do anything for others if there was no gain for him.

But Diego just volunteered to look after her mother.

This was ridiculous.

Laura had no idea what he was up to.000☐☐☐☐☐