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

“Oh right. Annabelle, you returning… Aren’t you afraid to bump into Alistair ?!” Dorie suddenly blurted out during dinner.

This abrupt question dimmed the atmosphere. And Annabelle was caught off guard, but she continued to savour her food without care.

“So what if that happens? We are divorced!” Annabelle said slowly.

They now should cross paths as strangers.

“Umm… What you say isn’t wrong, but are you truly not worried?!”

Annabelle contemplated, and then spoke consequentially to Dorie, “I would be lying if I say it didn’t cross my mind. However, it’s been 3 years! I believe he has no recollection whatsoever.”

Moreover, it was merely a sham marriage. Without sentiment nor interactivity. It was impossible for him to remember.

to how she used to look, she undoubtedly believed that she had him completely horrified, like how the clown did to the

from the spicy crab, greedily sucking on them, “3 years ago, you… no problem!

had known your true appearance, I dare

done

the ship has

through such length to change your appearance for an entire year! What more, Alistair was one of the most eminent, the top dog in Y City! I can only imagine how many women dreamt of being with him. Yet you crazily went through every hassle

I’ll take crazy over stupid any day.” Annabelle responded

marriage for the sake of commercial interests. And what more, Alistair was such an indecent and salacious man. Whenever he desired a woman, he will go through any means necessary to acquire her. Therefore, Annabelle was determined to not be a victim of

agreement. Alistair ’s scandalous habit was undisputed, even a common

stiffened up, she even stopped slurping off the spicy sauce on her fingers. With a serious look she asked, “Hey Annabelle… If Alistair

muttered, “I guess… I’m gonna die a dog’s