Married to the President novel Chapter 115

swnovels.com Next morning, Theresa Mo opened her eyes, the brightness of the sun rushing into her eyes. She yawned and looked at the side where Junxie usually sleeps, but he wasn't there.

She touched the space and it was cold. He definitely must have stood up early.

She raised herself to a sitting position. She felt sore all over. The memory of the pleasure of the previous night flowed through her mind.

It was something sweet and fun to do with someone special. She had enjoyed every act of Junxie with her. She climbed out of bed and went to have a shower.

She took a warm bath and looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. She saw hickeys on her collarbone, her boobs and different parts of her shoulder.

She has to wear clothes that cover her entire body. She definitely was going to be shy if others besides Junxie saw the hickeys.

She stepped out and got dressed in a short free gown and came downstairs. Junxie was having breakfast with the boys and all three dressed in custom made clothes.

Junxie Li wore a round neck designer polo and tucked in on a black jeans and sneakers. Same way the boys are dressed and they look uniformed.

Theresa Mo descended and smiled at the boys. "Good morning mummy" the boys chorused. They smiled at her.

"Good morning boys" Theresa Mo replied and walked over placing her hand on Junxie's shoulders. "My crush" and bent down kissing his jaw and neck.

"Good morning my love" Junxie Li replied, taking her hand and planting a featherlight kiss on it. He pulled her towards his face and kissed her chin briefly.

She sat down opposite Junxie's and he picked dishes for her. He temporarily paused eating and served Theresa.

She thanked him and started eating. He cut pieces of chicken and took it to her mouth and then to the boys one after the other. He was lovely when he acted like a family man.

"You are the one we've been waiting for. Your Polo is in the bedroom. When you finish, come over to wear it" he announced to Theresa Mo before sipping a glass of juice down his throat and standing up.