President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 316

As he laid his warm and dry hands on her cold skin, Wanda couldn’t help herself thinking about the creepily sweet voice of that woman. She felt extremely disgusted and pushed him away.

“Doctor Brown, we are in public. Please behave yourself. I’m not a hooker like her!”

Then, she left hastily.

Pissed off by her words, that woman shouted, “What did you say?! You called me a hooker? You stop right there!”

Yet Wanda completely ignored her and kept walking. That woman was trying to make a scene until she saw Louise’s face. She was now too afraid to say anything more.

She hesitated for a second and mumbled, “Mr. Brown, I didn’t mean that. I just...”

“Enough!” he yelled furiously, “I came here only because our families have been friends for years. You told me something bad happened so I came by to check on you. Now that you look perfectly fine, I have no reason to stay here anymore. But here’s the thing, Miss Lee. Don’t try to trick me with that kind of stuff ever again. It’s never gonna work out between you and me so please stop trying. Thank you.”

He just left and didn’t even bother to know how she would respond.

Miss Lee stared at him, feeling humiliated.

After a while, she snorted and stamped her feet in frustrated rage and left.

…

Wanda blankly returned to the booth. When Blake saw her, he immediately approached her.

“Where were you? You were gone for so long.”

Wanda ignored him. She grabbed the glass of wine right in front of her and took a mouthful of it.

“Who are you to ask so many questions? I don’t need to report anything to you.”

Blake was a little stunned and said embarrassedly, “That’s not what I meant. I’m simply concerned about your safety. Do you know how dangerous this neighborhood is? Why are you being so ungrateful?”

She thought about what he said for a few seconds and frowned, “I’m alright.”

She poured herself another glass of wine and drank the whole thing. The strong liquor went down her throat and was burning down her senses like a wild fire. Yet her anxiety and anger didn’t ease up. Instead, they grew even more fierce.

Seeing that, Blake sneered and said, “I thought you said no alcohol. Why are you drinking now?”

Wanda glared at him and grunted, “Mind your own fucking business. What? You worry about the money?”

She instantly pulled out two hundred dollars from her purse and pressed them to his hands.

“I can pay my own bill. Is it enough?”

Blake took a look at the money and cracked a dry smile.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m the one that’s taking you out tonight. Why would I worry about the money?”

He put the money back into her purse.

“It’s no fun drinking alone. I’ll drink with you!”

Then, he took an empty wine glass and came to her.

Now Wanda was in a bad mood. Even though she never liked Blake, she didn’t want to say no at this point. So she had a glass of wine with him.