The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 180

There was always a kind of woman in the world who used tears as a weapon to gain men's pity, but he was immune to these things. Except for one person, he looked back and saw that person was sleeping there quietly, accompanying him in the place where he could see. His heart that has been empty for five years was finally filled.

Ophelia stared at the phone that has been hung up. She couldn't get through any more. The tears on her face was soon dried up. In the past, as long as she cried, even if he was busy with his work, he would put his work in his hands aside to coax her.

But at the time, he told her that she asked for this and she could not blame him. With a few words, he denied all her efforts.

He was right. She was not reconciled. How could she be reconciled? She could get what she wanted all the time, and even if she could not, she would never allow others to get it.

She met him at the age of three and expressed her feelings to him at the age of eighteen. He only thought that she was drunk and reckless. He never cared about the arranged marriage and only thought she was his sister. He said that she and Junling were both his sisters, but he was more close to Junling. She mistakenly thought that he was not good at expressing, but later she knew that he thought her health was not very well. The hell with her health. She just wanted him to care more about her. But when he took care of her, he always had a sense of propriety and never did something intimately. She hated his rational and lustless appearance. The more indifferent he was to her, the more she wanted him, and the more reluctant she was to see that woman took him away.

When the door of the room was pushed open, father Meyer saw his daughter sitting in front of the window and being depressed. He sighed deeply and went to her, said, "Why haven't you slept so late?"

"Dad." Ophelia reached out and hugged her father. Her voice was muffled. "Why doesn't Alan love me? Why can't I compare with that woman? What did that woman do to confuse him and let he hurt me like this?"

"Silly girl, in dad's eyes, you are the best and the most lovely. It doesn't matter that he doesn't want you. Dad will introduce you a man thousands of times better than him. There is not only one man in the world." Father Meyer stroked her daughter's head, and there was a trace of maliciousness in his eyes.

"No. I want Alan. I don't want anyone except him." Ophelia began to cry again, wiping tears and expressing endless grievances, which made father Meyer has a heartache.

His daughter grew up in the palm of his hand. Alan ignored their old affection and insulted his daughter like this. He was really rich and powerful, so that he dared to offend him. He would never allowed he to be ungrateful and hurt his duaghter again.

"Well, my baby daughter, dad will teach him a good lesson for you. I will make him feel sorry for what he has done and beg you to come back to him."

Alan went back to bed and took her back to his arms. He seemed to wake her up. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him vaguely, then closed her eyes slowly. Her mouth pouted and she breathed gently.

He couldn't help it. He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. He even felt the look she slept was quite lovely. The unhappiness in the phone just now was slowly disappearing in her fragrant lips. He just wanted to taste it, so he deepened his strength gradually.