President's Contract Wife

Chapter 239 Be More Careful About What You Say

Lucien Gray’s eyes contract. His eyes are as cold as the frost in a winter night. He stares at the big

picture on the newspaper.

Jasmine Harris follows his eyes and sees the man and woman in the newspaper. She cries out with

schadenfreude, “Aha, isn’t this Nina Morrison? And this man, the dean of the court in Albany? Emm...”

Nina Morrison grabs the newspaper from the desk. Yes, it’s a picture of her and Troy Roger. The spy

camera finds an angle, which shoots the meet between old friends meet as lovers’ secret tryst.

Suddenly feeling guilty, Nina Morrison looks up at Lucien Gray instinctively.

Lucien Gray’s eyes narrow tightly. He stares at her. The mood under his eyes can’t be recognized.

“Troy and I...” Nina Morrison tries to explain instinctively, but she pauses when she catches Jasmine

Harris’s contemptuous face.

What position does she have to explain? His real girlfriend is standing in front of him. Why does she

have to explain to him?

Moreover, there is no sign of anger or jealousy on his face. He is so calm that he doesn't mind the

“flirtation” between Troy Roger and her.

A dull pain rushes over Nina Morrison’s heart.

Jasmine Harris has been watching Lucien Gray’s expression. She is relieved to see that there is

nothing unusual on his face. Seeing Nina Morrison explains, she smiles sarcastically, “Nina Morrison,

are you so eager to be married? Dean Williams is married. His child is four or five years old. And his All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

wife is the mayor’s daughter. It is impossible for you to become Mrs. Williams!”

Nina Morrison straightens her back and looks straight into Jasmine Harris’s eyes. “Mrs. Williams?

Eager to be married? If I am eager to be marries, I would have got married five years ago, and it would

not have been your turn to be engaged!”

Five years ago, Lucien Gray proposed to her when she left.

If she had said yes, there would be nothing to do with Jasmine Harris. Nina Morrison doesn’t just blurt it

out, she is betting that Lucien Gray’s love to her is true, betting that Lucien Gray wouldn’t bully and

humiliate her together with Jasmine Harris.

Hearing Nina Morrison’s words, Jasmine Harris’s face turns pale, “What do you mean, Nina Morrison?”

What does her engagement have to do with her marriage? Did she and Lucien Gray almost get married

five years ago?

Nina Morrison smiles slightly, “I mean, it's better to be virtuous. Respect for others is respect for

yourself.”

Jasmine Harris turns to Lucien Gray, “Lucien, what does she mean? Five years ago, you almost

married her, didn't you?”

Lucien Gray looks down at Jasmine Harris. His eyes are tender. He puts his arm around her waist,

“That’s impossible. Why would I marry a slutty woman like her?”

He drops the words, without even looking at Nina Morrison, and holds Jasmine Harris to walk away.

Nina Morrison stands beside the table, flushed with anger and her whole body is shaking. She has no

idea that Lucien Gray would say that!

The contempt and disdain in his tone slap her on the face heavily. And it is in front of Jasmine Harris!

Is it really just her illusion? His love, the warmth that he holds her tightly at night, and the sweetness

and tenderness when he kisses her, all of these are false?

If he has a crush on her, is it just because of her body? What he really needs is a second-generation

officer with a background like Jasmine Harris who can bring him more benefits...

Nina Morrison is desperate and has a splitting headache. Even her abdomen throbs.

Maybe her period is approaching. With a pale face, Nina Morrison manages to support herself and

walks out of the café. She stands by the road side, waiting for a taxi home.

This road is not easy to take a taxi. She waits for more than 20 minutes but there is no empty car

comes.

The pain in the abdomen becomes more acute. Nina Morrison’s forehead starts to sweat, sticky to her

body, which makes her uncomfortable.

A black car suddenly stops beside her. The window slides down. Raymond Lauren leans out of the

window. “It’s really you, Nina! I thought I was wrong!”

Nina Morrison forces a smile and says, “Hi, Director Lauren.”

Raymond Lauren looks at Nina Morrison’s pale face, “Nina, are you feeling uncomfortable? You look

terrible. Are you here to take a taxi? Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride.”

Nina Morrison’s body convulses with pain. She holds a sycamore tree on the roadside. She is unable to

speak.

Raymond Lauren gets out of the car to help her, “Should I take you to the hospital?”

Nina Morrison waves her hands. She knows she’s just in physical pain. It will be all right to endure.

Raymond Lauren opens the door and wants to help her into the car. Nina Morrison suddenly feels a

warm current slowly flowing out of her private part.

Oh! No! She blushes with embarrassment. It must be the period.

Raymond Lauren tries to help her up, but she holds on to the door and refuses to get up. It is so

embarrassing. She doesn’t want to mess up Raymond Lauren’s seat.

“Nina, why don't you get in? I’ll take you to the hospital.” Raymond Lauren looks at Nina Morrison’s

pale face and feels pity for her.

“Oh, no, no, I...I feel much better now. You can go first!” Nina Morrison droops down her eyes

awkwardly. She has to deal with Raymond Lauren, as well as worrying that her light-colored trousers

will be stained by menstrual blood.

“Ah, Nina, your dress...” If you are afraid of something and it would come soon. Raymond Lauren has

seen the red blood flower on her pants.