President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 689

"Hey, handsome! What are you doing here all alone? Don't you have somebody? Do you want me to stay with you?"

She almost jumped on him as she spoke.

Gentry was caught off guard, and she crept into his arms.

He wanted to push her away, but the moment he touched her body, a mild fragrance suddenly hit his nose.

He was stunned and went out of his mind.

She looked at the woman before him, he felt that his vision seemed to be twisted, and he had an illusion.

Then, he saw Kristina's weak and pale face.

"Kristina..."

He called out that name in obsession, feeling overjoyed.

"Kristina, is that really you?"

"Are you here for me because you don't want me to go out alone?"

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to the woman and kept murmuring, "Kristina..."

In the noisy corridor of the nightclub, the woman smiled seductively. She put one hand on his shoulder and said with her soft and charming voice,

"Yes, it's me, Kristina. I'm here for you. Come with me, will you?"

“Of course, I will. I'll go anywhere with you."

The woman hadn't been touched by his obsessed face at all.

Her eyes looked indifferent and calculating.

When Gentry woke up again, it was already one in the morning of the next day.

He was awakened by a bucket of cold water.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a bright light in front of her.

He felt uncomfortable and closed his eyes. He found himself in a luxuriously decorated villa when he opened them again.

He was tied up and sitting in the living room.

He wondered where he was.

"What happened?" He thought to himself.

His face changed, and he recalled that he had been drinking in a bar with a few friends, but there was nothing more he could remember.

What was going on?

Gentry was in a panic.

And he showed his panic on his face.

He swallowed hard, trying to see if there was anyone around.

However, he looked around and found that it was deadly silent. There seemed to be no one else.

Gentry was not an ordinary man, so kidnapping wouldn't scare him.

What really frightened him was the unknown.

He didn't know who had tied him up, nor did he know what they would do to him.

He felt like being captured in an invisible net, not knowing where to break away from.

Gentry hated how this felt.

Therefore, he couldn't help yelling,

"Is anyone there? Anyone?"

However, he could only hear his own voice echoing.

There was still no one answering him.

He was taken over by huge fear.

He struggled and found that although the rope knot was simple, it was still almost impossible to get it loose. As he struggled, the knot was getting tighter and tighter...

Gentry swallowed.

He thought for a while, and he stopped struggling. Then he sat down and waited quietly.