President's Contract Wife

For the first time in her life, Nina Morrison follows others like a sordid thief.

Abby Lewis walks ahead with Snowball in her arms. Nina Morrison pretends to wander around. She dodges about thirty meters behind her to see which ward Abby Lewis actually enters.

She has no malice. She just wants to take a look at Troy Roger.

She wants to know whether he is well or not and whether he is seriously ill. She doesn’t want to disturb his life. She just wants to peek at him.

When Abby Lewis goes to the milky yellow building with the most elegant environment, Nina Morrison realizes that Troy has lived in the same ward building with her.

“You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day I think of you but I don’t see you. We drink the water of the Yangtze River.” Nina Morrison suddenly remembers the national dance accompanied by the song she danced at the school art show.

At that time, she was a budding 16-year-old girl and Troy Roger was a handsome 18-year-old boy. She danced lightly on the stage and he watched her under the crowded stage. His eyes penetrated her heart through voices and music.

Her face suddenly turned red with heavy stage makeup. No foundation could hide her blush.

The 18-year-old’s eyes were filled with amazement and praise. The grand party evolved into a gift she presented to him alone. Secret gifts make people happy because they are secret.

Abby Lewis walks into the ward at the end of the corridor. That ward is the same pattern as Nina Morrison’s. Next to it is a large terrace with huge potted green plants on it.

Nina Morrison goes to the terrace and lets the vibrant green plants cover her body and looks into the ward.

Troy Roger looks pale. His face is a little transparent. He sits at his desk and seems to be reading something on his laptop. Abby Lewis hugs his waist from behind and rubs his face intimately.

Her heart suddenly aches. Although she knows Troy is engaged and she can not relate to him, Nina Morrison can not bear to see him intimate with other girls.

He looks good. He’s not seriously ill.

Get out of here! Leave! Nina Morrison convinces

legs seem to have their own will. They are still standing in place

Troy Roger’ arms. She clasps her hands around his neck and says something gently and

as it is cut by

pale cheeks. She holds her hands tightly. Her fingernails

tears but finds it useless. Her tears fall like beads with broken threads. Her tender

the terrace. She seems to grow old in a flash

You are clearly not

the ward with a tray full of medicines and looks at Nina Morrison strangely. Is this lady here to visit President Williams? Why is she on

ward and asks the nurse. “What’s wrong

“Stomach bleeding. He has been in hospital for some time. He will be discharged tomorrow.” When the nurse finishes, she goes to the ward and sighs, “These bosses don’t care much

Morrison suddenly feels a little sad. She thinks it is a common cold, a fever or something. She doesn’t think it is stomach bleeding. No wonder his face is so

her cell

are you?” Lucien Gray’s voice is

was afraid that the chicken soup would be cold so he held it in his arms and made his clothes greasy. When he came back, he found her missing. Paige says she has been out for a long time! Where does she

Morrison frowns. Is it necessary for

Gray’s voice is colder. He hates Nina Morrison’s

tell you where I went!” Nina Morrison

speak. Paige shivers when

eat some soft food like porridge. Abby Lewis certainly can’t cook. Nina Morrison decides to cook some red bean porridge secretly later and get someone to deliver it to

Lucien Gray is sitting on the sofa with a somber face. Paige stands trembling. She is relieved to see Nina Morrison back. She hurries to

Morrison, where have you been? Master has been waiting for you for a long time.” Paige looks at Lucien Gray and quickly brings the chicken soup. “Look, Master bought

no appetite. Let him drink it.” Nina Morrison has no appetite for chicken soup because she is so absorbed in boiling red bean porridge. Maybe because

a bowl of chicken soup in her hand. She listens to Nina Morrison