President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 25

The Dawson family, including Alfred who tried to escape, was eventually under control.

The party naturally broke up, though the guests were all confused by the sudden farce, and each was puzzled.

However, with Archie present, everyone didn't dare to ask anything.

But there was inevitable speculation in private.

Who was Archie?

He was the man at the helm of Mccarthy consortium, the man who held the lifeblood of the entire business world.

It was no exaggeration to say that it, even if he wanted to marry a princess, would not be difficult.

And the Mccarthy family, along with the Collins family, the Kawn family and the Fraser family were known as the Four Great Families. The marriages had always been rarely made by themselves, and were mostly alliances.

How would the Mccarthy family allow their most outstanding successor to marry a commoner's daughter?

The crowd couldn't help but murmur for a moment.

Having been immersed in the business for a long time, they had their judgment after the initial shock.

It was normal for men to get closer with women, Archie was not an exception.

He had been so little scandalized before that it was rumored out there that he didn't like women.

But in reality, he had not met the one he liked.

Now that he met one, naturally he treated her well.

But treating her well was different from marrying her.

After all, everyone had never heard that Archie had gotten married and the Mccarthy family had changed its mistress.

But Natalia was considered lucky. Even if there was no possibility of joining the Mccarthy family, but to be able to be with Archie for a period of time was a blessing that others envied.

Everyone had speculations in their hearts, while Archie didn't even care about these people's thoughts.

Natalia had been drugged, which he had sensed when he had caught her.

It was because of this that he did not immediately pursue the crimes of the Dawson family as well as Alfred.

After all, it was important to save lives first.

Inside the lavishly decorated presidential suite, Archie placed the person on the bed and turned around to get her a towel.

The corner of his shirt was suddenly grabbed by a fair hand.

Natalia looked at him with a weak face, with a thin layer of scarlet rarely covering her delicate face. Her red lips were slightly open.

"I want some water."

She still couldn't make a sound, but Archie could read it from her mouth shape.

“Just a minute.”

He returned, with an extra cup of warm water in his hand, in addition to a hot towel.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, helping Natalia up, feeding her half a glass of water and taking a hot towel to wipe her face and hands.

Natalia was tickled by the heat baking on that towel, as if there were a million little bugs crawling through her body. She was uncomfortable as hell.

She struggled for a moment, and when Archie withdrew his hand, he saw her pair of eyebrows frowning gently, her watery eyes staring at himself, then immediately closing again, as if she was struggling with something in pain.

The clothes on her body had long been disheveled in the struggle, and the long black sheath-type dress was slightly spread out, revealing some of the skin.

A flush crept up her neck from her breasts, spreading to her ears and finally covering her entire face, adding a hint of sensual voluptuousness to that pale delicacy.

The fine, soft hair was wet with sweat from the pain, sticking to the corners of her forehead and neck, and her entire body exuded an indescribable sense of disheveled beauty.

Archie looked at her. His breathing became slightly heavy, and his dark pupils slightly deepened for a moment.

He reached out, gently wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead, and said in a deep voice.

"Natalia, I am your husband, you have the right to ask me anything you want."