Presiden's wild wife novel Chapter 14

Logan’s voice overhead was like a thunderclap, making Elena’s heart flutter. She tried to fake a smile but it was harder than crying, "I..."

"Speak!"

Elena shivered her petite body and pursed her lips obstinately, reluctant to speak.

Logan’s eyes grew colder. His fingers gently touched the wound on her face, and she gasped because of the pain.

"I don’t like to repeat my words." Logan said in a deep voice.

Elena still shook her head and pushed him away, afraid to look at him, "I’m really fine. You don’t have to mind it."

"Elena!" He unconsciously clenched his fists. He wanted to hold her into his arms and protect her again any harm. But when he looked down, Elena had already bitten her lips and was about to cry. He couldn’t say anything but to feel the heartache.

Mia hurriedly came in and eased the atmosphere, "Sir, Madam is probably just hungry and uncomfortable." As she spoke, she put the soup before her, "Madam, I made the soup. You can have a taste."

"Thanks." Elena was moved.

Mia softly smiled, "You may eat now. After all, both of you should take care of yourselves." Mia looked at Logan, "Sir fainted several times in his study because of stomachache, which frightened us a lot. Madam, you shall never learn this from him."

Elena held the soup without speaking and took a careful peek at him. His profile was still very cold, so she also remained silent.

Mia still couldn’t resist whispering in Elena’s ear, "But sir will listen to you."

"Mia, you talk too much!" Logan was visibly displeased.

Mia laughed and wasn’t afraid, "Anyway, remember not to keep grievances in your heart."

She patted Elena’s hand and looked at her with her kind and loving eyes.

Elena felt warm and said, "Thanks, Mia."

Logan glanced at her and Elena immediately avoided his gaze, pretending not to see anything.

"I’ll give you time to explain it to me, and if you don’t, I will know it as well."

She heard his warning and stopped eating the soup. When he was leaving, she hurriedly said, "Logan, can you not interfere in this matter?"

"Elena, who am I to you?" he turned his back to her, lonely.

Elena was stumped by the question, his wife? Or his trading object? She didn’t know how to answer or which answer he was waiting for.

"Since you don’t want to talk about it, then I won’t ask. I will wait until you want to say it." Logan said, unable to hide his tiredness.

Elena clenched her hands as she was holding back her great emotions. Suddenly she jumped off the bed and tugged at his shirt, "Just give me some time."

She had only just experienced a relationship of betrayal and didn’t want to throw herself into the arms of another. What if she got hurt again? She was afraid that the higher the expectations she had, the greater her loss would be.