Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 Help Her Out

The entire Dawson family, and Dennis, who was trying to escape, were eventually brought under control.

The banquet was naturally scattered and the guests left confused by the incident.

Since Archie was present, however, they did not dare to ask further.

They could only have all kinds of wild guesses in their mind.

After all, it was Archie McCarthy.

He was the real owner of the McCarthy Group and controlled the lifeblood of the entire Ambario business world.

It was no exaggeration to say that, even if he wanted to marry a princess, it would not be difficult.

Furthermore, the McCarthy family, along with the Kawn family, the Nixon family, and the Bissel family, had always been listed as the four most powerful families in the country of Ambario. And the marriages in such families had rarely been made by themselves. Most of them were just political marriages.

How would the McCarthy family allow their most outstanding heir to marry a commoner's daughter?

The crowd couldn't help gossiping about it.

For those who had been experienced with the business world, they had their judgment after the initial shock.

In their eyes, it was just normal for men to fool around with all kinds of women, and for them, Archie was not an exception.

He had never been involved in scandals before and rumors even had it that that he didn't like women.

But the truth was just that he just had not met anyone he liked.

Now that he finally met one, naturally he indulged her as much as he could.

But indulgence was different from marriage.

After all, no one had ever heard that Archie had gotten married, let alone that there was a Mrs. McCarthy.

But Natalia was considered lucky. Even if there was no possibility of joining the McCarthy family herself, being able to be with Archie for a period of time was a blessing that other women could only envy.

Everyone had speculations in their hearts, while Archie didn't even care about these people's thoughts.

Natalia had been drugged, and he knew that the moment he caught her just now.

It was because of this that he did not immediately go to the Dawson family and Dennis for their crimes.

After all, it was more important to help her out.

Inside the lavishly decorated president suite, Archie placed her on the bed and turned around to get her a towel.

The hem of his shirt was suddenly grabbed by a fair hand.

Natalia looked at him with a weak face, with a thin layer of scarlet clouds covering her delicate face. Her red lips parted slightly.

"I want some water."

She still couldn't make a sound, but Archie could read it from her mouth anyway.

"Just a minute."

When he returned, he walked in with an cup of warm water in his hand, in addition to a hot towel.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, helping Natalia up, feeding her half a glass of water and taking the hot towel to wipe her face and hands.

Natalia felt itchy from the heat of the towel, as if there were a million little bugs crawling through her body. She was uncomfortable as hell.

She struggled for a moment. When Archie withdrew his hand, he saw her delicate eyebrows frowning gently, and her watery eyes staring at himself, which then immediately closed again, as if she was struggling against something in pain.

The clothes on her body had long been disheveled in the struggle, and the long black tube top dress was slightly loosened, revealing some of the skin.

A pinky flush crept up her neck from her breasts, spreading to her ears, and finally covering her entire face, adding a hint of sexiness to that pale delicacy.

The fine, soft hair was wet with sweat from the pain, sticking to the corners of her forehead and neck, and her entire body exuded an indescribable sense of disheveled beauty.

Archie looked at her. His breathing became slightly heavy, and his dark pupils slightly dilated for a moment.

He reached out, gently wiped the sweat from the corner of her forehead, and then he said in a calm voice.

"Natalia, I am your husband, you have the right to ask me to do anything."