The Most Loving Marriage: Don't Be Too Bad, Mr President

“President of LK Corporation Alistair Mu caught in a romantic affair with young debuting model Mechan Huang. Photos of their intimate moments were captured while they spent a sweet night on a 300million yatch…”

Social media were bombarded with this explosive news and gossips were spreading like wild fire in A city.

A young lady sat silently on a Cambridge settee. She was wearing an ash blue uniform and her hair in a pleasant French twist. There was just something captivating about her eyes, one would say it is as dreamy as the sunset yet as serene as the morning dew. Even her still expression was mesmerising.

The exquisite young lady remained emotionless learning of this news.

The housemaid, Mrs Li stood beside anxiously, greatly concern with the lady’s afterthought.

“They have been married over a year. Yet the young master was never home. And oh dear! All these scandals from time to time…” Mrs Li thought to herself, she just couldn’t help but worry.

“Young lady, it Alistair st be those wicked paparazzi, please don’t trust sources like this…” Mrs Li tried her best to console the young lady.

However, regarding the validity of the news, Annabelle had it clear as a bell.

She did not say anything in response. With a faint smile, she lifted up her phone and dialled the familiar digits.

At once, the call was picked up.

deep voice emitted from the

Annabelle

you want from me?!” The owner of the charismatic

tonight? I wish to speak

genuinely do not want to see your face. It makes me sick.” Alistair said. His harsh words were insolent

that day made his skin

his unmannered words, Annabelle tightened her grip, “But we are married!” She said. Her tone suggested a

not spew the marriage nonsense to me, this is all just a sham! Just thinking of your looks makes me sick. How I wish to divorce you!”

A divorce?

have been faithful and up to mark. Nor did I ever wrong you. What in the world are your excuses to divorce me!?” Annabelle

because you disgust me.” Alistair replied, slow and

Fine! Let’s divorce

from the other end of the call：“You

the one who pays the

the papers!” Alistair promised hurriedly, everything else was irrelevant compared to this dreadful

it. Make

“No problem!”

*silent beep*