My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

A man like Juan, who had weathered many storms, definitely knew that this disclosure was nothing

serious.

That was why there had been no news from him after their moming phone call.

Debra said, “Okay. Since it was my mistake, I’ll go along with whatever you decide.”

“Just attend a press conference with me,” Juan said.

“That simple?” Debra was puzzled.

She didn’t believe he would let her off the hook.

Juan set down the newspaper in his hand. “Being a loving couple isn’t as simple as you think.”

From his expression, Debra inferred his thoughts.

That was true. It was indeed nauseating to act intimately with someone she didn’t like.

In her previous life, Juan had always resisted attending major events with her.

It wasn’t easy for him to pretend to be a loving couple with her.

“I’ll cooperate unconditionally,” Debra said, but then regretted it.

Juan had Sophie prepare an elegant evening gown. Its blemish white color reminded her of Shelia.

In her last life, this dress was worn by Shelia.

Juan had it tailored for her return from studying abroad, but now Debra was wearing it.

“I don’t like it,” she disapproved.

“Bear with it,” Juan said. “To dissolve the scandal, you must appear dignified, elegant, and pure.”

Debra had no choice but to reluctantly put on the dressContent is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

This press conference was meant to promote a new property project developed by the Nichols Group, and all the major media outlets were present.

Debra got out of the car with Juan, holding his hand and smiling flawlessly under the camera flashes, as they presented themselves as a deeply affectionate couple.

Not far away, Shelia was wearing a plain dress, quite inconspicuous among the attendees.

Juan often had her attend such events to expand her horizons, and this time was no exception.

The only difference was that this time, Debra stood by Juan’s side.

Soon, the press conference began. Once inside the venue, Shelia searched around but failed to find her seat. It was noticed by Joe, who was greeting journalists at the door. He came over and said, “Mr. Nichols has arranged for you to sit a bit further back, given your sensitive identity recently.”

Shelia was stunned. Following Joe’s direction, she saw her seat in the most inconspicuous corner.

Her heart felt heavy. In the past, she had always sat beside Juan.

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“Miss Miles, don’t overthink it. The rumors about you and Mr. Nichols have been continuous, and today’s occasion is special. This is for your best interest.”

Shelia mustered a smile. “I totally understand. I’m not fit to sit in the front anyway. It’s better to sit at the back.”

Joe felt relieved at her understanding and compliance.

Shelia sat in the last row, where she had a clear view of Debra and Juan in the front. They seemed to be chatting and laughing, and Juan even thoughtfully had a blanket prepared to cover Debra’s legs.

Shelia couldn’t help but clench her fists.