President’s Substitute Wife - Chapter 204

My heart warmed, knowing that he was really thinking about me, and if I wanted to go, he would prepare a dress for me. If I didn't want to go, that was fine. "Thank you, I, I will not go." I appreciated his consideration, and I didn't want to trouble him. Soon the waiter put the clothes on and pulled out the shelf. From this series of activities, I realized that the business trip should be very important to Sean. I would rather stay in my room.

Sean didn't force me, "You decide for yourself, you can do anything. You don't have to think you're giving me trouble." He went to the room to change clothes, and I looked at his back with a delicate mind. Thinking about the wedding night. He pressed me underneath and said that I was not worthy of being his bitch. This was how he treated me now. "Knock." There was a knock on the door, and I was about to call Sean, and I heard Eric outside.

"President, the car is ready." "He's changing clothes, please wait." I was wearing a bathrobe and couldn't open the door, so I hurried in and called Sean. The man had already put on the coat at this time, and when he saw me, he pressed my mask with his fingers and kissed on my lips, saying, "Wait for me to come back." After he had spoken, he went out. I took a convenient suit from the dressing room and put it on and sat down in front of the dresser.

The dresser and bathroom in this room are very large. I sat there, took off my mask, and quietly looked at my distorted face in the mirror. If you covered my left face, everything was fine. If you covered my right face, the left face was just a bit ugly. But when the faces on both sides were displayed at the same time, the effect of one plus one was greater than two. It was particularly ugly, hideous! How can I accompany Sean to a banquet like this?

Suddenly I thought the thoughts that had just come out of my head were stupid and ridiculous. I got up, picked up sketchbooks and watercolors, and sat in front of the large French window, and started drawing. I had not picked up the brush for a long time, this time, I found that I have never forgotten my skills. I had a deep love for painting. I sat at the window and kept painting, one after another. From daylight to sunset.