The Gorgeous Substitute Wife of Mr. President novel Chapter 15

Lucas looking at Evelyn with dissatisfaction; Could anyone else get into their bedroom casually?

Seeing that he was unhappy, Evelyn spread her hands and said a little helplessly, "She has been drunk. I have no choice."

Besides, depending on the sixth feeling as a woman, it was very likely that Amelia just pretended to be drunk.

Since Amelia wanted to make trouble, she simply helped her to achieve her aim and saw what she could do.

What Evelyn said made sense.

Then looking at Amelia who was inelegantly sleeping on the bed, Lucas frowned and was disinclined to quarrel with a drunk.

Turning around to the servant at the door, he said lightly, "Give her a wash and throw the sheets away tomorrow morning." After that, he added with a slight disgust, "Throw the bed away too!"

His look which made servants frightened.

Seeing this, Evelyn reached out and pulled him, "Go back to the room."

This young master was really demanding. It was really exaggerated to throw the bed away.

Evelyn wanted to say something. But she was wise to shut up when looking at Lucas's disgruntled and handsome face.

Everyone gradually returned to the room.

In the master bedroom, Amelia, who, originally, had been sleeping soundly, suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up.

She put her legs over the ground, with her fingers holding the sheets tightly.

Her eyes were dark and grim, which seemed that she wasn't drunk at all.

She had been eager to live in this bedroom for a long time.

This was not the way in which she lived in this bedroom.

It was obvious she had planned that she would pretend to be drunk and drive away Nora during the Alumni Association.

Then she took the opportunity to sleep with Lucas.

Once they two had sexual relations, she could find Sophia to decide for her.

But now the situations had been out of her expect.

Lucas preferred to sleep in the guest room for the sake of that bitch.

Besides, he was going to throw the bed away!

Did he think that she was impure? Wasn't she as good as Nora Davis, that loose woman?

It was as if a fire had blocked her chest and burned her brain.

Why? Why?

No, no. This isn’t what she want.

"Nora Davis, Nora Davis!"

This name was just like a curse. Amelia rushed to the table crazily, stretched out her arms and swept a vase from the middle of the table to the ground.

With a few clatters, the vase broke to pieces.

She still didn't satisfy and wanted to find more to abreact.

But she was walking too fast and the light was dim, so she slipped and fell forward heavily on the ground with her palms on the vase she had just broken.

The pain in the palms made her scream.

Evelyn and Lucas slept next door. They were shocked by the clatters and noise in the master bedroom.

Lucas calmly returned to the bedroom.

Evelyn, weary and tired, followed him.

When the two arrived, the door had been opened by the servant.

But everyone stood far away, only Amelia was sitting in the center of the room, staring at her hands in a daze.

Her hands were white, which made the color of the blood brighter and brighter.