President's Contract Wife

Chapter 33 Can Not Lie to Me

Feeling Nina's gaze, Troy suddenly turns to her side. Nina Morrison startles, instinctively turns around,

and drops down the book and runs.

“Miss, your book.” Troy Roger says politely.

Nina's head is blank. She does not know where to run. At this moment, how can she meet Troy Roger?

Luckily there is a big bookshelf nearby. Nina Morrison in a hurry hides behind it. Her heart beats so fast

that never happened before!

Footsteps are coming.

Nina's heart is in her throat. Her hands are full of sweat.

For a long time, at the other end of the shelf there is silence. It is so quiet that only the hum of air © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

conditioning could be heard.

Nina Morrison hears someone asking, “President, what is wrong with the book? Why are you staring at

it?”

Troy’s gentle voice reaches her ear, “Nothing, I just think of a friend.”

Friend...

Nina Morrison covers her mouth and tears suddenly flow without warning.

Troy, does he remember her?

He did not forget her, right?

“It is not the president's ex-girlfriend, is it?” Someone is poking fun around.

“What are you talking about? The president is getting engaged!” The other man retorts.

“Really? Is the date set? We will give our presents!” People all around are fawning on him.

Troy Roger just smiles softly and does not say anything. He puts the book back on the shelf.

“Come on, sir. I will walk you upstairs again.”

“All right.”

The footsteps of them go away.

He is getting engaged?

There is a sudden pain in her heart, like cut by a sharp knife. It seems to be able to hear the sound of

blood flowing out.

The tears roll down. Nina Morrison weeps silently against the bookshelf and pain trickles down her

heart as if to engulf her completely.

The phone rings. Nina Morrison wipes her tears and clears her throat. She is trying to sound like

nothing happened.

“Hello! I...” Before she finishes, she hears Lucien Gray's growl on the other end of the phone

“Nina Morrison! Where the hell have you been?”

Is it necessary for him to speak so harshly?

Nina Morrison, wiping tears from her cheeks, says as if nothing had happened, “I am just hanging out.

Are you still there? I am coming to see you.”

She does not want to go into the adult sex shop. It is embarrassing.

After a moment of silence on the phone, the cold voice rings again, “What are you crying about?”

Nina Morrison freezes and looks around in amazement.

Lucien Gray stands at the back shelf looking at her, wearing a headset and carrying several shopping

bags in both hands. It seems he has bought a lot at the adult sex shop.

“I . . .” Nina Morrison does not know what to say. So she lowers her head and flusters the tears off her

face.

This man... he is standing right behind her. Why he still calls her on the phone? Does he mean to make

jokes about her?

She wonders if he just saw Troy Roger...

Nina Morrison probes into Lucien Gray's eyes.

There is no emotion in Lucien Gray's eyes. Fortunately, Nina Morrison is secretly relieved that he did

not see Troy. Or he would not have the calm look on his face right now.

Lucien Gray steps toward Nina Morrison with a cold face. His eyes as deep as a pool, "What are you

crying about?"

“Oh, nothing. I... I, my eyes suddenly catch the sands...” says Nina Morrison as she wipes her tears.

There are tears on her long eyelashes and her pale face is full of despair. It looks pitiful, unlike the

image of her normal style of a naughty cat.

“Rule Number Three, never lie to me. You forgot?” Lucien Gray's thick eyebrows winkle dangerously.