Mr Presidents Sweet Wife

"The Bride is Missing?! Wedding of the Century is Held as Scheduled!"

"Antawood's Prime Economic Mover and Shaker Being Dumped by His Fiancee?"

"Westley Morris Was Abandoned! Is the Rumor About His Impotence True?"

Numerous news kept popping up.

After coming out of the shower, Gabrielle Jones looked at her phone and read the headlines. Her heart sank.

The press members actually had the balls to report something like this. Clearly, they weren't afraid of the consequences.

The thought of Westley's possible reaction to the news sent shivers down her spine. It was going to get messy if he decided to do something about it.

As she towel-dried her hair, she refreshed the page to read more. But to her surprise, all the news about Westley disappeared.

She initially thought that there was something wrong with her phone. So she restarted it before opening the website again. There was nothing about Westley's wedding.

At first, Gabrielle was a little confused. She sat down and kept on browsing other sites, wondering what just happened. It was then that realization finally dawned on her. It must have been Westley's doing—he was the only one powerful enough to block the news in such a short time. Gabrielle huffed out a breath in amazement, her phone forgotten in her hand.

This man was really something else. His power and influence were beyond her wildest imagination.

She put down her phone. The moment she raised her head, she saw Westley standing right in front of her.

Why didn't he make even a little sound when he walked? It was creepy.

It suddenly occurred to her that she was only wrapped in a towel. Her instinct kicked in, and she moved to put on some clothes. But as soon as she took a step forward, Westley grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Gabrielle scooted towards the headboard, putting as much distance between them as possible.

"Why... Why... Why are you here?" As Gabrielle spoke, she pulled the towel around her more tightly.

"Have you forgotten? This is our bedroom. Of course I can come here anytime I want." Westley looked her up and down and continued, "You look so sexy in just a towel, by the way. You know I was coming? That's probably why you only have that on. Do you long for my body that much?"

"No... No, of course not. I thought you wouldn't come back." Gabrielle sat up nervously. Some of her damp hair stuck to her forehead, so she tried to brush it away.

Yesterday was Gabrielle's wedding, and it wasn't a happy event. She was forced to marry Westley. She was sent here last morning after she left the Jones family.

She had been waiting for an entire day, but Westley didn't come back. He didn't bother letting her know when he would be home, so Gabrielle thought he wouldn't come. 'His timing is impeccable, ' she thought sarcastically.

"Are you disappointed because I didn't touch you on the night of our wedding? I totally understand if you are."

"No..."

Before she could finish her words, Westley moved quickly and leaned over her on the bed. He hovered above her, and with both of his arms on either side of her, he basically imprisoned Gabrielle. Westley stared at her fiercely.