Chapter 1: The wife can't escape, the president's deep love

In the dim room, the light and shadows in front of the French window were mottled. Laura leaned weakly on the glass with both hands, and her eyes gradually became misty. Her long skirt slid down to her waist, revealing her graceful figure. Her red lips were slightly parted, like a young girl just beginning to bloom, extremely tempting.

There were people coming and going on the street below, but she only felt endless shame and uneasiness. She tried to retreat, but heard a low and hoarse male voice behind her: "Be good."

Then, she was surrounded by a strong smell of male hormones, and the bedroom was instantly filled with a charming atmosphere...

At nine o'clock the next morning, Laura slowly woke up. Her whole body seemed to fall apart, and she was in unbearable pain. She stretched out her hand uncomfortably and rubbed her sore waist, where the burning and swollen pain from last night still remained.

The scene of last night unconsciously emerged in her mind. The man seemed to have a special liking for her waist and never left it all night.

"Awake?" A sudden male voice beside her interrupted her thoughts.

Laura turned her head in horror, only to see the man leaning against the bed, the quilt only covering his lower body, revealing his muscular lines. She was startled and asked quickly, "Why are you still here?"

The man chuckled, his chest shaking slightly: "If I remember correctly, this should be my room. I wonder why Miss Lowe is here?"

Laura suddenly realized and recalled what happened last night. It turned out that the Lowe family group had recently encountered a financial crisis. In order to attract investors, her father tampered with the drink she drank and tried to give her as a gift to the other party. She escaped with her tenacious willpower, but accidentally broke into this room. Everything that happened afterwards was an instinctive reaction under the effect of the drug.

"How do you know my last name is Lowe?" Laura asked cautiously, her face darkening. She had an uneasy feeling in her heart. Could it be that this person was also arranged by her father?

A4 papers from the bedside table and handed them to her: "Here are your information."

Laura breathed a sigh of relief after reading it. As long as this man had nothing to do with her father, it would be fine. She put the information aside and asked, "Are you investigating me?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "As my woman, I have the right to know everything about you."

"What do you mean your woman!" Laura exclaimed, sitting up suddenly from the bed. This movement was too large, and directly pulled off the already pitiful quilt on the man.

The man was shirtless and looked at her quietly. Laura's eyes widened instantly. She was in front of the handsome man, and a part of her body seemed to be regaining its masculinity. She blushed and turned her head to explain, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

" It was indeed my mistake to break into your room yesterday, but you are not at a disadvantage as a man. You didn't have to do this at all." Laura didn't want to cover him with the quilt again, but hugged the quilt to wrap herself tightly, because she was also naked now.

The man frowned and said in a deep voice: "Do you think my bed is yours for you to get in and out whenever you want?"

"So what do you want?" Laura asked helplessly.

"Be my woman. You got on the bed first. To be fair, I have the final say on when to leave." The man said firmly.

Laura felt a headache. At this time, the man got up and started to dress. A valuable suit was put on his muscular body, instantly covering up his wildness. With his deep and delicate face, he looked even more elegant and noble.

The man took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Laura: "My name is Quincy, this is my business card. I'll give you three days to think it over. If you have figured it out, come to Smith Family Group to find me; if you haven't figured it out, I'll come to you." As he spoke, he stretched out his slender and powerful fingers and gently pinched Laura's delicate cheek, "Little girl, don't try to escape."