President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 413

Archie knew she was angry, so he smiled, grabbed her hand, and kissed it gently before saying softly, "I'm sorry. I didn't restrain myself last night. I'll make it right next time."

Facing Natalia's angry gaze, he paused for a moment before smiling again, "You can lie down for a while longer. There's still time. I'll go and bring up the breakfast for you. You get some more sleep before you go."

Natalia grunted then and let him go.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The early morning sun shone through the white curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the room with a warm glow.

On the luxurious and expensive carpet, messy clothes were thrown all over the floor, spreading from the living room to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, two people were sleeping on a large bed. The sun shone on the girl's white, silent face, and on closer inspection, one could even make out the tiny downy hairs on her face, and she looked like an angel.

Laura had woken up in pain.

Her whole body hurt, as if she had been crushed by a truck, or as if all the parts of her body had been taken apart and reorganized, and there was no part of her body that didn't hurt.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, then was confused for a few seconds before she realized where she was.

Memories of last night gradually came back to her. She remembered that she had been at Max's birthday party and they had had a barbecue and drinks and ended up playing games and drinking a lot.

What had happened after that?

A wave of pain hit her head and she couldn't help but gasp gently. And as she covered her head and was about to get up, she suddenly heard a soft grunt coming from next to her.

She stiffened at once and looked to the side in disbelief.

The next second - "Ah!"

"Ah-!"

Two screams sounded at the same time. The next thing she heard was a loud "poof" and the person next to her rolled to the ground in shock.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

Again, the two spoke in unison.

Both Laura and Max stared at each other incredulously, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing in front of them. Finally, both of them once again looked in unison at the dressing mirror on the other side.

The mirror reflected their figures.

One was wrapped in a quilt and huddled on the bed, revealing her beautiful shoulders and her delicate face. Her hair was disheveled and there were bruises and ambiguous marks on her body.

The other was standing beside the bed with a quilt in his arms, while his handsome face also bore several bruises from either knocks or blows.

And his noble face also looked a little wretched at this time because of such a posture and situation.

Both of them screamed at the same time once again.

"Ah-!!!"

The next second, "Pop--!"

Max's face tilted and all he could feel was a burning pain coming from his cheek.

"Max, you bastard!"

Laura was on the verge of tears of anger.

She had no idea how she'd ended up in the same bed with this man, nor did she even remember what had happened last night!

Her first night, which she had saved for more than twenty years, had actually been spoiled by this bastard!

Max was also a bit confused at this moment.

After the confusion had passed, he realized that he had been slapped, and was instantly furious.

"Who are you calling a bastard? You're a bastard! This is my room. Why would you have come into my room if you hadn't taken the initiative?"