Mr. President Contracted Marriage

let

falling asleep in my office again. I simply can't place i

dreams tugging the hem of my skirt and screa

m of a stranger?" I ask

y hours of the morning. I just slept in my office again. I just hope my

old man!

at old man won't let me be! The first thing I saw when I unlocked my damn phone was a tex

hed,

I thought bitterly. There was nothing I coul

unt. My dad needed a major operation in a month's time. It was a huge

ing me out of my reverie. I looked

I feel guilty because he also had other responsibilities. It was

I miss h

sked, with a g

ngry. His face was always filled wi

was hungry? Of course,

ght as well become homeless in a few h

. My eyes shone brightly as the hunger I had been trying to

salary and decided to

an I do. I will manage, sweetheart,"

nd you can move in with me tomorrow. I j

t in a day or two. Instead of the humiliation, I will rather

as I finish my dad's operation, I will start payi

ee.

eeping so he had to rush out of th

eal. Seriously, I was su

orning and had just a few cups of coffe

on the delicacy before me, my

e is fin

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tter than the day before. It was already time for me to

s morning. I need to move out before the next day. My agent

f the clinic. Still in deep thought, I hea

um

to look at the person only to see the chubby d

might still

oice in real life. I bet he would have come runn

e latched himself to me, removing

a suppressed vo

was still referring to me as his mother. Wasn't he supposed to have

something for me?" I asked, smil

rapidly. "

ed my attention back to Vince and said to him, "Follow the nice lady

n up my breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one. I would have to force myse

rumpy man. As soon as Vince left

speak in my o

H

his answer as I led him to my office. Just as we go

e, instead," I said, st

narrowed his eye

s that?" I asked