Presiden's wild wife

Logan’s voice overhead was like a thunderclap, making Elena’s heart flutter. She tried to fake a smile but it was harder than
crying, "I..."
"Speak!"
Elena shivered her petite body and pursed her lips obstinately, reluctant to speak.
Logan’s eyes grew colder. His fingers gently touched the wound on her face, and she gasped because of the pain.
"I don’t like to repeat my words." Logan said in a deep voice.
Elena still shook her head and pushed him away, afraid to look at him, "I’m really fine. You don’t have to mind it."
"Elena!" He unconsciously clenched his fists. He wanted to hold her into his arms and protect her again any harm. But when he
looked down, Elena had already bitten her lips and was about to cry. He couldn’t say anything but to feel the heartache.
Mia hurriedly came in and eased the atmosphere, "Sir, Madam is probably just hungry and uncomfortable." As she spoke, she
put the soup before her, "Madam, I made the soup. You can have a taste."
"Thanks." Elena was moved.
Mia softly smiled, "You may eat now. After all, both of you should take care of yourselves." Mia looked at Logan, "Sir fainted
several times in his study because of stomachache, which frightened us a lot. Madam, you shall never learn this from him."
Elena held the soup without speaking and took a careful peek at him. His profile was still very cold, so she also remained silent.
Mia still couldn’t resist whispering in Elena’s ear, "But sir will listen to you."
"Mia, you talk too much!" Logan was visibly displeased.
Mia laughed and wasn’t afraid, "Anyway, remember not to keep grievances in your heart."
She patted Elena’s hand and looked at her with her kind and loving eyes.
Elena felt warm and said, "Thanks, Mia."
Logan glanced at her and Elena immediately avoided his gaze, pretending not to see anything.

"I’ll give you time to explain it to me, and if you don’t, I will know it as well."
She heard his warning and stopped eating the soup. When he was leaving, she hurriedly said, "Logan, can you not interfere in
this matter?"
"Elena, who am I to you?" he turned his back to her, lonely.
Elena was stumped by the question, his wife? Or his trading object? She didn’t know how to answer or which answer he was
waiting for.
"Since you don’t want to talk about it, then I won’t ask. I will wait until you want to say it." Logan said, unable to hide his
tiredness.
Elena clenched her hands as she was holding back her great emotions. Suddenly she jumped off the bed and tugged at his shirt,
"Just give me some time."
She had only just experienced a relationship of betrayal and didn’t want to throw herself into the arms of another. What if she got
hurt again? She was afraid that the higher the expectations she had, the greater her loss would be.
After a long time, Logan nodded, "OK."
He turned around and looked at her gently. His eyes were fixed on her cheek, "I won’t ask about it, but sooner or later, you have
to tell me what happened."
Elena let out a sigh of relief and raised a smile, "I promise you!"
She didn’t tell him because she didn’t want him to know Shirley slapped her because of Olivia. She knew the conflicts between
Olivia and Logan and afraid that he might feel guilty for this.
Logan was pleased with her answer and left later.
After he left, Elena squeezed the recorder in her pocket and quickly perked up. She immediately turned on her computer and
started to write the script. After finishing it, she sent a copy to Sophia to make sure there was no problem.
Early the next morning, before she arrived at the company, the editor-in-chief called her and urged her to come to the company
quickly. Shirley was sitting in his office like a victim.
"Editor-in-Chief." Elena and Sophia knocked on the door and entered.

Just as they entered, the compensation agreement was thrown on their faces at once, "Elena, Sophia, what’s wrong with you?
Did you finish the interview yesterday!?"
Elena glanced at the papers that had fallen to the ground and looked up to meet Shirley’s provocative eyes.
"Even if you’re both newcomers, you shouldn’t make such serious mistakes. You let Shirley wait for over an hour and even
chased after her personal life like paparazzi. What were you thinking!"
The editor in chief’s low growl almost shattered both of their eardrums.
Sophia explained, "Editor in chief, she’s slandering us. We have waited for her for more than an hour. Then she came and said
that she would only give us fifteen minutes. Besides, she even said she wouldn’t answer questions if she didn’t drink water, I..."
"What’s wrong with you! How dare you slander Shirley!" Shirley’s agent who stood aside couldn’t help but to go ballistic.
Shirley nodded innocently and accused with hatred, "I, I didn’t expect that you would slander me. Yesterday I was still thinking
maybe I didn’t need the compensation. But you don’t deserve my kindness!"
The editor-in-chief immediately came to soothe her.
Elena curled her lips and said, "Miss Shirley is such a good actress. Have you ever considered being an actress?"
Shirley sensed the mockery in the words, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that I have slandered you!?"
Shirley’s agent of course believed Shirley and was totally pissed off by the two employees. She crossed her arms and arrogantly
screamed, "Editor-in-chief, how dare your employees speak like this? If they don’t pay for it and apologize, I’ll sue them for libel!
Defamation of personal reputation!"
Hearing that, the editor-in-chief’s face changed.
Elena and Sophia suddenly looked at each other and burst into laughter, "Then go ahead and sue us."
"What nonsense you two are talking about!" The editor-in-chief took a look at both of them, "Hurry up and apologize to Miss
Shirley!"
"Why should we apologize to her?" Elena snickered, took out the interview report she had already written yesterday along with
the recorder, and slapped them all on the editor-in-chief’s table. "Editor-in-chief, this is what happened yesterday. I think you

should know who is lying after hearing it."
Shirley’s arrogant expression suddenly froze, and she stared at the recorder on the table in disbelief!