President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 597

She knew that Max owned many house properties, so she wasn't surprised that he had a villa here.

Thinking of that, Laura stopped dwelling on that question.

She sat down at the table and took out her phone. Then she called Nichole.

When Nichole picked up, Laura asked her about the crew. Nichole told her everything in detail.

Lucky for her, her scene today would be shot in the afternoon. She woke up at 9 this morning, and she would definitely be late if she did her make-up and went over to the set.

After she made out the exact time of her job today, she was about to hang up.

On the other side of the phone, Nichole had been stammering in her words. She didn't know if she should tell Laura what she wanted to say. She only told Laura to be back to the set as soon as she finished what she was doing, or the director would be upset if he found her missing.

Laura agreed and hung up the phone in a hurry. Then she realized he could ask Max.

"By the way, how did I meet you last night?"

Max glanced at her and answered in a low voice, "You can't remember anything from last night, can you?"

Laura shook her head in a daze.

Max passed her a cup of juice and said calmly, "You were wasted last night."

That Laura could remember.

She nodded and agreed on that.

"I received your call. You told me that you missed me and wanted to see me right away.

Laura's eyes widened.

Max continued slowly, "I was busy by then and didn't have much time, but I can tell that you're badly drunk. You kept saying how much you missed me on the phone, and you were almost crying. I had no choice but to get there and pick you up."

Laura froze at the table in astonishment.

She looked at Max in disbelief. After quite a while, she shook her head and said, "I don't believe you. How could I possibly have said that?"

Max squinted his eyes. Instead of arguing with her, he said indifferently, "Whatever... It doesn't matter now because it was in the past."

Laura was speechless.

She would rather not have heard him say that, because given what he said, she felt as if... As if she had done something horrible to him!

She wondered if she had really...

Laura felt broken inside. She couldn't believe that she had said such shameful words after she was drunk.

But she also had merits.

She took responsibility for what she did.

She wouldn't deny it even if she couldn't remember, as long as he could prove that she had actually done it.

Thinking about that, she gritted her teeth and stood up abruptly.

"Max, are you sure you're telling me the truth? Did I really call you and say those things to you over the phone?"

Max looked at her and had the ripple of a smile in his eyes.

But his face remained unchanged, and he said, "I told you it doesn't matter now."

"No!"

Laura seemed persistent. She felt Max was looking down on her by saying that.

"I have to figure it out, Max. I don't think I would say something like that. Are you lying to me, hem?"

His scheme being seen through, Max still looked calm and relaxed.

He picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth. Then he said with a smile, "Whatever... I can’t prove it anyway. No big deal."

Laura was struggling again when she saw his calm face.

He didn't seem to be guilty at all.

She couldn't tell if he's lying, either.