The President's Secret Wife

Chapter 62

Let’s just say, who was afraid of whom?

Jenny was also very stubborn at this time.

“Barret Smith, why should you be allowed to find Laura Hill, but I can’t find anyone else?”

“Marriage is supposed to be a joint effort between the two parties, so you can go to your first love, and I must be faithful to you, die for you, and show no slightest disobedience to you, right?”

Jenny just finished her words, and when she looked up, she found that Barret’s face was pale, and his whole body exuded the aura of a wicked angel.

Those eyes were even sharper, so sharp that they locked on her without a trace of warmth as if they wanted to see through her entire being.

For all the time they had been together, Jenny had never seen Barret like this before.

Jenny was a little scared by that.

She felt as if she was pulling the hair out of the tiger’s head with her words just now.

The air was as if it had stood still.

Jenny stepped forward, grabbed the door handle, and tried to leave.

All of a sudden, Barret put his hand over hers, and the temperature of his palm was extremely hot, like boiling water.

The words that came out were even more boiling. “Don’t go out.”

“What gives you the right to restrict my freedom, Barret Smith?”

“Just because of the fact that I am your husband, your legal spouse.”

Jenny sneered and looked at him. “Which part of you looks like my husband?”

Barret was also so angry that he lost his mind and lifted Jenny as he threw her onto the bed.

The bed was very soft, and with his strength, Jenny sank straight into it.

She was just trying to get up when the next moment, Barret’s long body leaned up. His hands were gripping her hands tightly, and his legs pressed her legs hard against the bed.

“Barret Smith, what are you doing? You let go of me.” Jenny glared at him angrily.

But Barret didn’t say a word, with his dark eyes staring at her. His body was so cold as if there was no trace of warmth in it.

Jenny became more scared.

Moreover, she could not move at all as he was restraining her.

“Barret Smith, you bastard, you will only do this to me, why don’t you do this to Laura Hill, you bastard.”

The more she scolded, the sadder she felt.

“Yes, Jenny, you’re right, I will do this to you.”

As he just said it, Barret kissed her fiercely, forging ahead with reckless aggression.

At that moment, Jenny’s head was blank.

It she wanted was not much at all.

Even If it was just a little bit of his care and concern, that would be enough for her.

But even with this small request, Barret could not satisfy her.

In her mouth, there was a sudden pain.

When Jenny came to herself, she saw Barret’s eyes staring at her. “What are you thinking about?” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Jenny opened her lips and was just about to speak when Barret took the lead. “Still distracted under my body,

Jenny, you’re thinking about that man again aren’t you?”

These words instantly extinguished the little warmth in Jenny’s heart.

She curled her lips and laughed to herself.

She shouldn’t have been moved.

“What are you laughing at?”

Barret asked her, and for some reason, he felt that this smile on her face made him extremely uncomfortable.

A hint of panic even arose in his heart, feeling as if she was getting further and further away from him.

“Why don’t you answer?”

Jenny pursed her lips, and she refused to answer.

Barret became increasingly angry as he reached out, cupping her chin with one hand. “Jenny, speak.”

“I don’t want to say anything.”

“Why don’t you want to talk?”

When he finished asking, the room instantly fell into a choking silence.

Thinking of something, his face suddenly became very painful and started commanding. “Jenny, it’s him, isn’t it?”

“What are you saying?” Jenny was bewildered by the question.

“Stop pretending.” Barret coldly snorted, “when you got married, you told me that there was a man you had liked for a long time; when you got divorced, you told me that there was a man you had a crush on, that was him, right?”

As he finished, his voice became very low, very sad.

He felt as if his heart had been crushed by something huge, stifling and it was particularly uncomfortable.

In the past, he had always hoped that they would divorce and then walk in different ways.

But now, for some reason, just the thought of the two of them getting a divorce and her leaving his life completely for another man made him feel very unhappy.

It was even jealousy that drove him crazy.

Barret Smith, what was wrong with you?

Was it sickness?

“Answer me.” He looked to Jenny, stubbornly demanding an answer.

Jenny smiled.

Only that smile was too forlorn.

At this moment, she no longer knew what words to use to describe her feelings.

She loved him, but unfortunately, he couldn’t feel it at all and thought she loved the other man. Maybe there was no better joke in the world than this.

Jenny couldn’t help but laugh again.

She raised her head and looked at Barret indifferently. “Interpret it however you want!”

It didn’t matter.

“So, it’s really him.”

The light in his eyes instantly dimmed, and as if there wasn’t a trace of life in them anymore.

He dropped his head and rested it against the nook of Jenny’s neck, exhaling his breath all over her delicate skin.

For a long time, he didn’t move or say another word, and just held her tightly.

Jenny thought that he would be enraged, that he would question her.

But Barret’s behaviour was completely beyond her expectation.

She even saw a hint of sadness and despondency in his expression, but very quickly, she shook her head in denial.

How could that be?

How could Barret Smith be sad?

Even if he was sad, it was never because he had any feelings for her, but as his wife, he felt that she belonged to someone else and loved someone else, and his pride as a man was just hit.

It had nothing to do with anything else.

It had nothing to do with love.

She told herself to be sober and not think too much.

The person that Barret Smith loved was Laura Hill, and she couldn’t afford to be fooled by that again and again,

“Jenny.”

Suddenly, Barret raised his head and looked at her seriously with his dark and confusing eyes.

“Do you love him that much? Love him so much that you still can’t get him out of your mind after ten whole years?”

Jenny’s eyes were as dark as ink as well.

She blinked, then nodded. “Yes, loved for many years!”

Since one lie had already been told, it had to be rounded up with countless lies, right?

Barret thought he was simply crazy to be here listening to his wife talk about how deeply in love she was with another man.

“You can be so deeply in love?” He said sarcastically.

Jenny looked at him and replied indifferently, “Look at you, haven’t you also always loved Laura Hill deeply, so deeply that even when she was crippled you still keep by her side?”