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

“What are you two talking about?” All of a sudden, a voice flat and hard as a spade came from behind…

That overfamiliar voice sent a shiver down Annabelle’s spine.

They turned back to look and saw Mu approaching.

Every step he took was echoing in Annabelle’s ears, blocking all other sound. She could feel her fine hair rising on her neck, like a frightened cat.

They didn’t know how long had he been there, or how much he heard! Anxiousness crept from the bottom of her stomach and she could feel her legs turning jelly. If he had heard their conversation then hell would break loose!

Mu stared intently at them and repeated his question, “What are you two talking about?”

Annabelle gulped and steadied her panic. She put on her best attempted smile and replied, “Oh it’s nothing. I just got back from outside and we bumped into each other. This aunty was inquiring the restroom’s whereabouts!” She fabricated a lie and surrendered everything to fate.

“Are you sure?”

gave her a penetrating

in like crazy and her

turned to Mrs. Lee and asked, “Aunty,

times, it wasn’t possible for her to not

hot bricks and a little tongue tied to lie to Mu. However, since she

threw an inexpressive nod, it was impossible to tell what

would guess optimistically, if he heard any of

fixed his gaze at the arm Annabelle was holding.

it, so

then I should excuse myself. See you!” Annabelle bowed her head slightly to Mrs. Lee

too, turned to Mu and said, “Young master, if there’s nothing else then I shall go home first.” She seemed to be in