President's Contract Wife

Chapter 29 Strangely Relaxed

Nina's attitude makes Lucien Gray feel angry. His big hand grabs her chin, twists her head hard and

turns her face toward him.

“Speak! Do not test my patience!” Lucien Gray's patience is running out.

“Does this have anything to do with you? Let go!” Nina Morrison glares at him.

“It is none of my business?” Lucien Gray smiles grimly and says, “Do not forget that you are my

mistress. A mistress must obey the rules.”

Mistress.

She is his mistress. It is ridiculous to ask for dignity.

Nina Morrison thinks she is stupid. Who does she think she is? She is just a mistress!

With her white teeth clenches against her pale lips, Nina Morrison raises her eyes and her voice

sounds horribly cold, “Yes, I am just a mistress. I should not have dignity or freedom. I am poor and

mean so I deserve to be your booty call. I deserve to be bullied violently by you. It is the greatest

blessing of my life to be seen by someone like President Gray. I should be obedient. You let me go east

and I can’t go west. If you say it is sunny and I can’t say it is raining. Right?”

Lucien Gray's face is slashed by the sharp words of her.

He fixes his gaze on Nina Morrison, being shocked by a sense of brainwashing--What is this little

woman talking about?

No one has dared to speak to Gray in that tone since he accepted his estate at the age of 18. Her

words were such sharp, irony and unbridled. Besides, it came from a seemingly weak little girl.

The tall and proud man has been looking at her for a while and the corners of his mouth suddenly

make a smile.

That smile is so cold, as if he is an evil from the hell.

“Who gives you the guts to talk to me like that, Nina Morrison? Don’t forget, your father, Barry Morrison,

is still lying on the bed which prepared for him by me. All the drugs and doctors are arranged by me. I

do not need to move a finger at all and he will die!”

Lucien Gray's crooked smile is like the devil of hell. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“What do you want?” Nina Morrison quivers, trying to suppress her fears.

Lucien Gray looks down at her, squints his eyes and moves his finger slightly to raises her chin, “You

are a smart woman. I mean, you know, from this day on, you must obey my ten rules of Terms of

Mistress.”

“Terms of Mistress?” Nina Morrison stares at him. Her little face is white and her watery eyes are

almost full of mist.

“Rule number one: from today, you quit all your part-time jobs and move to the Gray’s mansion.”

“Rule number two: wherever you go, make sure you report to me first and get my approval.”

“Rule number three: never lie to me.”

“These three are for the time being, and the other seven will be added soon.” Lucien Gray's tone does

not allow any objections from Nina Morrison.

Nina Morrison lowers her head. Her long silky, silky hair slid down her face, blocking her expression.

Lucien Gray's heart is softened.

Lucien Gray moves away her hair, comes close to her beautiful face and whispers in her ear, “Now, tell

me, who was the man last night? Is it the senior you are obsessed with?”

Senior? Troy Roger? Nina's heart snaps.

Senior Troy has disappeared from her life. Perhaps they will no longer have any intersection.

With a sad smile in her eyes, Nina Morrison says, “No. He is just an ordinary classmate of mine.”

Lucien Gray's dark eyes are fixed on Nina Morrison as if to see her heart.

In Nina's eyes, Lucien Gray sees nothing but indifference. So, she is not lying. Lucien's heart is

strangely relaxed.