President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 477

She knew what I was thinking.

Yes, she stayed with Ming for a long time. She must be sensitive.

I sat there and said, “Marcia, I’m here to ask you for something.”

I knew both Marcia and Ming were smart.

Neither of them was stupid. They wouldn’t let me fool them and neither of them knew.

Marcia was still calm. “What is it?”

“I hope you and Dr. Jessop make up.”

I went straight to my ultimate goal.

Marcia froze and laughed, “he loves you. What you said is so strange.”

“No.” I looked at Marcia, “Ming can’t even get an erection in front of me.”

We were both middle-aged women, so I didn’t need to hide it.

Marcia was stunned to hear that.

I laughed at myself, “you know if he loves me, when I lie in front of him, he should respond, but he didn’t. He needs my help.” I was afraid Marcia would misunderstand so I immediately said, “but I haven’t had sex with Dr. Jessop so far.”

“What?”

Marcia seemed to be really surprised by what I said. She didn’t believe it. “How could it be? Haven’t you been with him for a long time?”

“Yes, but it didn’t happen.” What I said before was just the premise. I said it to Marcia, “and as you can see, I don’t love him and I don’t have feelings for him. The reason why I have something to do with him is that he injected my son with a virus that only he can cure.”

“What?” Marcia opened her mouth slightly and was shocked.

I had hope and continued, “I don’t know when it happened, but the virus kept my son feverish for ten days. I begged him, but he made two requests for me to choose. I have to be pregnant or marry him.”

“What did you choose?”

Marcia’s face clearly grew tense with my words.

I smiled bitterly. “I haven’t chosen yet. He gave me time to think about it. He gave me an antipyretic that worked for two weeks at a time. My son will develop resistance after taking it four times. He has taken it three times now.”

Marcia dropped her eyes and was silent and seemed to be thinking about something.

I didn’t go on. I picked up the cup with fruit tea in front of me and took a sip.

It was sour, sweet and delicious.

When I put the cup down, Marcia said, “I want to help you, but he doesn’t love me. He won’t care about me.”

“No.” I looked at Marcia and said firmly, “Ming loves you, but he doesn’t realize it, or he’s deceiving himself. He needs a process of recognizing reality.”

“Really?”

“You know what? Last time I went to his house to get the medicine, he took off his pants and asked me to help him, but your call made him let me go.”

I thought it was enough to prove something.

Marcia looked at me and her beautiful eyes were complicated. “Really?”

I nodded.

She was smart and knew what it stood for.

Marcia nodded, “but it doesn’t mean he’ll give in for me.”

“I know.” I smiled bitterly. “I’m sorry. In fact, I have told him about your illness. I hope he can understand that he loves you. I was forced. My child is my life.”

Marcia looked at me and said nothing.

There was silence throughout the studio.