His strong body suddenly leaned towards her, thin lips slightly parted:
"Wife!"
"Could you call me husband, please?"
She hadn't forgotten all the annoying things he did, her small mouth pouted, suddenly snapping back to reality.
"Mr. President..." She paused, wanting to distance herself.
"We're already divorced, let go of me." She didn't want anything to happen with him anymore, focused entirely on pushing the man away.
This strange man.
Yes, a strange man.
A man whose moods shifted constantly, making her uneasy and uncomfortable.
"Baby, call me husband."
Under the dim light, his handsome face looked profound and mysterious, his dark eyes as deep as obsidian.
In his eyes, there was only her.
This little woman.
"Mr. President!" She looked at him, her gaze filled with complex meanings, love and hate entwined, many emotions she couldn't even describe.
