President's Substitute Wife

These people had been in contact with Cindy for a long time, so they were close to her.

As soon as she asked, everyone said it.

Cindy looked at me and smiled and said to me in local dialect, "this town is clean and simple. How can you pollute it?"

"He gave it to me."

I defended myself.

Cindy certainly didn't believe it. "You're lying. Everyone knows that you and I are here and are not allowed to enter the hospital. He doesn't even know you were here. How could he have given you the key?" Cindy spoke with complacency.

Sure enough, the people said, "we have very few tourists here and it's always safe. Please take her back and interrogate her, sir."

"Yes, if she is really a thief, she must leave at once. Such people are not welcome in our town!"

"Yes!"

People around us said.

Cindy didn't speak. She stood there and listened and was smug.

She was waiting for me to be sent to the police station.

I was a little flustered. "I'm not a thief. He really gave me the key."

"Even if he gave it to you, why did you come out in the morning?" Someone asked.

I didn't know how to answer this question. I stood there and I was embarrassed.

If I said I wanted to piss Cindy off, it was ridiculous.

The policeman said, "go to the police station with me."

"..."

When I didn't know how to defend myself, I heard Cindy shouting, "Sean."

Because she spoke English, everyone looked at her first and then at the hospital.

I looked at it, too.

I saw Sean in a casual suit and walking on crutches and being escorted by two bodyguards.

Cindy looked at Sean and was excited.

But he stood in front of me in her excited eyes.

He looked at the policeman next to me and asked, "what happened?"

It was clear that these old people around met Sean for the first time, but they looked at the bodyguards and nobody talked. The police told Sean about it.

He looked at me and explained to the police lightly, "I asked the dean for the key and gave it to her."

"Why?"

Cindy asked.

She couldn't stand it. She looked angry and jealous.

Sean looked at Cindy and said in the local language, "I gave my fiancee the key. Do I need to explain to you, an outsider?" All the people understood.

Those who helped Cindy just now were silent.

Because they didn't know who was lying.

Cindy said, "when is she your fiancee?"

"All the time."

Sean said for sure.

Cindy clenched her fist and looked at me reluctantly.

I said to her, "I know your child is not his."

Cindy didn't speak.

She didn't know how to explain.

She had been pretending here for a long time, but my arrival and Sean's speech made it a joke.

The onlookers left.

The policeman left, too.

There were only three of us and Sean's bodyguards left.

Sean looked at me helplessly and asked, "are you going back?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I'm going to change."

"Then I will accompany you back." Sean said.

Cindy's eyes turned red. She seemed to want to kill me.

I glanced at her and asked if it was convenient for Sean, but I saw her expression and didn't want to ask. I nodded. "OK."

The town was small. I lived only a few hundred meters from the hospital.

Sean and I went that way and Cindy didn't chase us.

She had self-esteem.

I peeked back and made sure Cindy wasn't following us. I gently helped Sean and asked, "can you walk this far? Are you tired?"

He took a look at me. "I'm paraplegic in your heart."

I reacted for a second and laughed right away.

I shook my head. "No, if you're tired, you have to tell me."

"OK."

Sean nodded.

Soon we arrived at my hotel. When we went in, Smith was resting in the lounge on the first floor. He saw Sean and I, and he froze and said, "your friend?" "Yes." I nodded. "He had been in the hospital for treatment."

My room was on the second floor.

The stairs were made of wood. It was narrow and hard to walk. I sat Sean on a bench on the first floor and said, "wait here for me. I'll be downstairs in a minute."

He took a look at the stairs and didn't seem confident. He nodded. "OK."

As I walked upstairs, I heard him behind me saying, "take all your luggage and live with me."

"OK."

I nodded.

I went upstairs and packed quickly and went downstairs.

Smith saw me with my luggage and asked me, "do you want to check out?"

I nodded.

He returned the rest of the money to me.

On the way, I took the suitcase. Sean looked at me and smiled, "I'm a loser. I can't even carry luggage for my wife now."

I was stunned by the name and blushed.

He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be fine soon. The doctor said I have to exercise more, which helps me recover."

I couldn't help blushing.

Sean and I lived in a small town for a while.

Sean bullied me almost every night.

We often had sex until midnight. I was so tired that I didn't know if he went to do rehabilitation in the morning.

A month and a half later, Sean's legs had obviously recovered and he could walk a short distance without crutches.

After the last day of rehabilitation training, the doctor said in the rehabilitation room that he could return home. He could do the rest of his rehabilitation at home.

Sean got the news and bought the tickets directly.

We packed and set off straight.

The next night, Sean and I arrived at York Airport.