President’s Sweet Wife

She knew that Max owned many house properties, so she wasn't surprised that he had a villa here. Thinking of that, Laura stopped dwelling on that question.

She sat down at the table and took out her phone. Then she called Nichole.

When Nichole picked up, Laura asked her about the crew. Nichole told her everything in detail.

Lucky for her, her scene today would be shot in the afternoon. She woke up at 9 this morning, and she would definitely be late if she did her make-up and went over to the set.

After she made out the exact time of her job today, she was about to hang up.

On the other side of the phone, Nichole had been stammering in her words. She didn't know if she should tell Laura what she wanted to say. She only told Laura to be back to the set as soon as she finished what she was doing, or the director would be upset if he found her missing.

Laura agreed and hung up the phone in a hurry. Then she realized he could ask Max.

"By the way, how did I meet you last night?"

Max glanced at her and answered in a low voice, "You can't remember anything from last night, can you?"

Laura shook her head in a daze.

Max passed her a cup of juice and said calmly, "You were wasted last night."

That Laura could remember.

She nodded and agreed on that.

"I received your call. You told me that you missed me and wanted to see me right away.

Laura's eyes widened.

Max continued slowly, "I was busy by then and didn't have much time, but I can tell that you're badly drunk. You kept saying how much you missed me on the phone, and you were almost crying. I had no choice but to get there and pick you up." Laura froze at the table in astonishment.

She looked at Max in disbelief. After quite a while, she shook her head and said, "I don't believe you. How could I possibly have said that?" Max squinted his eyes. Instead of arguing with her, he said indifferently, "Whatever... It doesn't matter now because it was in the past." Laura was speechless.

She would rather not have heard him say that, because given what he said, she felt as if... As if she had done something horrible to him! She wondered if she had really...

Laura felt broken inside. She couldn't believe that she had said such shameful words after she was drunk.

But she also had merits.

She took responsibility for what she did.

She wouldn't deny it even if she couldn't remember, as long as he could prove that she had actually done it.

Thinking about that, she gritted her teeth and stood up abruptly.

"Max, are you sure you're telling me the truth? Did I really call you and say those things to you over the phone?" Max looked at her and had the ripple of a smile in his eyes.

But his face remained unchanged, and he said, "I told you it doesn't matter now."

"No!"

Laura seemed persistent. She felt Max was looking down on her by saying that.

"I have to figure it out, Max. I don't think I would say something like that. Are you lying to me, hem?"

His scheme being seen through, Max still looked calm and relaxed.

He picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth. Then he said with a smile, "Whatever... I can't prove it anyway. No big deal." Laura was struggling again when she saw his calm face.

He didn't seem to be guilty at all.

She couldn't tell if he's lying, either.

She now wondered if she had really done that with him last night. She wondered if she had really...

Well...

A chill crawled along her legs to her back.

She felt it hard to accept herself if she had really done it, which would make her seem so immature and needy.

She didn't know that Max made up everything just to make fun of her.

After they finished breakfast in an awkward atmosphere, Laura got up to leave when she saw the time was almost up.

However, Max stopped her before she stepped out.

He walked over and gave her some keys.

Laura was confused and asked, "What are these?"

"Keys to this place."

Max said, "Your mom would be discharged very soon. You can't live in that small apartment of yours with her. This place is better and quieter. It will be better for her recovery. You can move in with her. I've arranged some servants. They'll be here in a few days." Laura was surprised. She didn't know Max had done so much for her.

She stared at those keys in her hand for quite a while, and then she grinned a self-deprecating smile.

"Are you going to keep me as your mistress?"

Max glanced at her and answered in a calm tone, "I'd like to, but will you agree?"

Laura pulled a long face and said, "In your dreams!"

Max laughed. He reached out his arms and wrapped them around her. Then he lowered his head and asked, "Then tell me, what should I do so that I can keep you?"

His way of staring made her feel uneasy. She felt as if there were a bunny jumping in her chest.

She looked a little flustered and said, "I didn't want to tell you."

She paused and said, "OK, I'm gonna be late for work. See you soon."

She said and fled in a hurry.

Seeing her leaving, Max's lips twitched, and put on a smile.

His eyes were full of affection.

When Laura returned to the set, she found nobody was aware that she had been missing last night.

She arrived late, but they thought it was because she woke up late. After all, she was hammered last night. Nobody was suspicious about where she had been last night.

Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

She picked up the script and found a small stool to sit on. She had already changed into the costume for today's shooting. She had her hair done in a bun and wore light make-up, which really matched her role.

Stephen was doing another scene in which he needed to make an entrance. He had had quite a few bloopers before he finally succeeded.

Stephen's eyes lit upon seeing Laura. As soon as he finished the scene, he ran over quickly.

"Laura."

Laura stopped there and raised her head.

She was actually surprised to see Stephen.

"What's wrong?"

Stephen squatted down in front of her with a big smile. Then he answered, "Nothing. Just checking on you. You were drunk last night. How are you today? Bad hangover?"

Most people would have a headache from the hangover.

Probably due to the drunken-cure pills Max gave her last night, Laura wasn't feeling any headache today. She just felt that her body aching.

She knew what caused the pain, but it would be inappropriate to tell Stephen about it.

She smiled at him and said gratefully, "I feel fine. Thank you for your concern."

"You're welcome."

Stephen waved his hand and said, "By the way, my assistant made me some soup today. I'll send you a serving. Don't forget to have it."