President's Contract Wife

Chapter 31 Illusion

“Nina, is not that man out there rich?” Doris looks at Nina Morrison with her bright eyes. Unexpectedly,

this wench looks like a stubborn girl is so clever to get such a rich man.

“Aunt Lauren, I just want to pack my things.” Nina Morrison heads down to her room. She hates Doris’s

tone.

“Grace, you are useless! You see, even Nina can catch rich people. You are prettier than her and you

are better than her. Why can’t you get along with a rich man?” Doris says.

“Who knows where she gets her luck from?” Grace touches her long hair. The money Lucien Gray

gave her last time has been gambled all away by her. Or she will not come back to this slum house!

Leaning obliquely against the door, Grace holds her hands to her chest and looks at Nina Morrison,

who was packing, “Are you moving in to live with Lucien Gray?”

“Live with Lucien Gray” sounds harsh. Nina Morrison bites her lip, feeling a little sad.

If it is possible, she would like to be like other ordinary girls, living a normal life. She would not like to be

a secret mistress, being used and bullied all day long!

If possible, maybe she can see Troy again. Maybe she will marry him and have a beautiful baby, living

a happy life rather than being despised like today!

Seeing Nina Morrison not talking, Grace turns her eyes and comes up with an idea.

“Nina, can I come and see you often?”

“Of course you can.” Nina Morrison is touched. She has not expected that Grace will still miss her.

The phone in the jeans pocket suddenly rings.

“Hello? What’s the matter?”

“Nina Morrison, it is 15 minutes! Get out!” Lucien Gray's voice contains anger.

“All right, I see. I’m coming out now.” Nina Morrison picks up her bag and walks out the door. Her

clothes are few and her bag is not heavy.

“Aunt Lauren, sister, I am leaving. I will come back to see you later.” Nina Morrison says goodbye to

them. Looking at the shabby layout of the house, she suddenly feels a little sad. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Well, go! Do not make the president wait!” Doris hurries to push Nina Morrison toward the door. She

does not want to offend the rich man out there. She may need their favor!

As she walks quickly to the car, Nina Morrison looks back at her low house and gets into the car with

the bag.

“Throw it away!” Lucien Gray drops a word and turns the steering wheel gracefully away from the

damp, dark shantytown.

“Throw it away? Throw what?” Nina Morrison does not understand.

Lucien Gray raises his eyebrows, grabs the bag from Nina Morrison and brushes it out the window!

“What are you doing? There are my clothes in it!” Nina Morrison is furious! Why does this man always

be so bossy and never care about what others think?

“I will take you to buy some new.” Lucien Gray proudly says, “You are embarrassing me by wearing

those clothes. My woman can’t be so shabby!”

“My woman”, for some reason, Nina Morrison suddenly feels a faint throb. She has been feeling lonely

since her father was ill. Lucien Gray's words give her the illusion that she can count on someone.

Although, that person, just her sex lover, a gold lord.