President's Contract Wife

Nina Morrison has washed slowly and tries to delay time in a large bathroom. Looking at the black underwear that is made up by only a few ropes on the bathroom bench, she feels uncomfortable.

Lucien Gray, you big psycho, pig! Nina Morrison curses in her heart.

The bathroom window is large. There is a manicured lawn outside. If she climbs the window to escape, she would no longer have to endure Lucien Gray!

The thought of running through the window stays in Nina's head. But can she?

According to the doctor, the full physical examination has been done for her dad. If the operation is successful and the later period also recovered well, he is completely able to recover. How could she give up the chance to cure her father?

It is just being a mistress for three years. She can take it! She can do anything for her beloved father!

Forget it. Since she can’t choose, then face it! She can endure the fatigue of four jobs, the scolding and abuse of others, just as well as Lucien Gray!

Nina, come on!

She dries the drops with a soft bath towel. Going to the bathroom bench,

from Lucien Gray outside, “Nina Morrison, do you need an hour

delay anymore! Nina Morrison stands up and tries to pull the dress down, hoping to cover

doing! Come out!” Lucien Gray's

deep breath, Nina Morrison gets up and

long fingers are trembling, reach

blazing. He walks into Nina

Morrison is too ashamed to open her eyes. Her long lashes flutter and cast a fan-shaped shadow over

leans over her. His hot lips burning with the heat of fire and gnaw at

deep breath. Jesus! He

next day. The soft morning light comes through the window and