The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 115

"Alan, for god’s sake, can you give me a break?" She said it coldly, but the phone was hung up.

Alan, you did what you want, and I didn't care if you were playing with Miss Meyer.

She threw the phone aside, stepped on the accelerator. The snowflakes had started flying all over the city.

At the end, she had decided to give upon their love, but Alan, why were you still so snarled.

Time went back to when Olive had just left, Ophelia rubbed her forehead, as if she had no bones attached to Alan, "Alan, I seem to drink too much, and I have a little headache, what shall I do?"

"I'll take you back to your room to rest." Alan held her.

"No, you have so many friends here. Some of them came all the way here." Ophelia pretended to be drunk. This woman knew what to say and what not to say.

When marriage news was announced, in fact, she was very nervous, she was afraid of this man denying what she said. But he acquiesced.

The silence, though, made her uneasy. But at least he didn't object.

After five years of waiting, she finally saw some hope.

"That's all right. Susie will take care of it." Alan said it lightly, as if this thing was not done well, he will change another one assistant.

"So I’ll tell Xaviera that tomorrow we arranged to go out for fun."

"Well, look at you, every time you drink like this when you are happy, I am really afraid that you will not get up tomorrow morning, if I know how much you can drink, today will be not so tough for you." Xaviera's voice came from behind and said with a smile, her each hand lifted a cup of wine, "so, Alan, you replace her."

She was followed by a few friends, they all were taking two cups of wine.

Ophelia saw the occasion, her foot lightly stamped, and she said it bashfully, "hey, you are bullying him, that’s not good."

Xaviera said jokingly, "you haven’t married, but know how to protect him."

Someone behind her shouted, "Drink it, and we won't bother your wedding night."

"Yes, tonight is a revelry night, Ophelia, don't be too obsessed with wine but your man, or I’m afraid that you can't get out of bed tomorrow."

This joke was more and more explicit, Ophelia felt ashamed and hurriedly hid in the arms of Alan, she quietly looked at him, he was clam, although there was a smile on his face, it gave her a cold feeling.

In the sound of heckling, Alan drunk a few glasses of wine one by one, and said it slightly, "is it alright?"