Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 384 Consent On Both Sides

Chapter 384 Consent on Both Sides

Even though she'd been too groggy and half-conscious to see all that had happened back there in the hotel, she knew that Max had saved her.

In the car, in his arms, she found the strength to say, "Thank you."

Max looked down at her.

He was out here today to talk business, and hadn't been in a good mood, so there weren't any women around him. He hadn't thought he'd meet her here.

In this state, no less.

Wasn't she shooting a show? Why was she with those scumbags?

It wasn't that he didn't know about the hidden rules of the entertainment business. He also knew that some people liked to fool around with actresses for the attention.

There was consent on both sides for those things, and he didn't pay too much attention to the exchanges of power and sex.

Even in Annie International, such things had happened. So long as both sides agreed to it, most of the time people kept one eye open and the other shut, and no one butted in. After all, it was a rough world out there, and not everyone was a saint.

He'd never thought, though, that it'd happen to her one day.

Looking at the flushing, almost unconscious woman in his arms, his knuckles whitened, his only regret being that he'd been too soft and hadn't crippled that Jude fellow right then and there! But that was fine, he could cripple him later!

There was no rush, he could take his time!

First, to figure out what had gone down today.

With that in mind, he lightly slapped her face.

"Hey, Davies, quit playing dead. Get up and tell me what's going on, will you?"

Laura's eyes were closed and she didn't respond at all.

Max frowned, dissatisfied.

He didn't want to believe that Laura was the sort of person who could throw away her pride and reputation to sell her own appearance and body to drink with that sort of crusty old man. But looking at the way she was now, he probably wouldn't get any answers.

So Max didn't ask too much about it and drove her to the hospital.

Laura didn't stay unconscious for too long.

She woke after about two hours.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the white ceiling, and it took a few seconds for her to realize where she was.

As expected, she turned around and saw that man walking in through the doorway.

"You're awake?"

Max's face was cold, and his tones were unfriendly.

Laura blinked and supported herself as she stood.

"Why am I in the hospital? Did you take me here?"

Max smirked mockingly. "If I hadn't taken you to the hospital, was I supposed to let you fool around with me and use me as an antidote?" Laura blinked and looked at him, a little confused.

"I was fooling around with you?"

"What do you think?"

"Uh..."

To be honest, even though she'd been drugged and drunk, the drug wasn't strong, so her memory was muddled, but it hadn't cut off.

She remembered getting saved by Max and getting groggily into his car, but she didn't remember putting moves on him.

She was confident in her self-restraint.

Besides...

She looked at Max's feminine, ridiculously delicate face.

She didn't like ladyboys.

Max saw here stare at him and thought she'd discovered her conscience after he'd saved her last night, and was feeling guilty for everything she'd said and done.

He was prepared to accept her apology and heartfelt confession when the girl shook her head.

Then, very calmly, she said, "That's not possible."

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Laura said seriously, "I know full well what I did. At most, I leant against your shoulder and didn't do anything else. Don't scare me."

Max was at a loss for words.

Why did he feel like he'd saved an ungrateful swine?

Now he really wanted stuff her back inside that hotel and leave her to fend for herself!

Did he have a stroke yesterday? Saving her, then doing away with the entire Aspen Enterprise for her!

Laura didn't know what was going through his head and looked at the time. It was three in the morning.

She yelped, "Damn! It's this late!"

She had a scene to shoot in the morning, and Leroy was always stern when he was directing. She was already guilty enough inside for failing to perform up to par these few days. If she got back late and still couldn't get in condition to shoot tomorrow, she'd die of shame.

Thinking of that, she hurriedly got out of bed, put her jacket on and said to Max, "No matter how it went back then, thank you! I'm not an ungrateful person, and seeing as you saved me last night, I'll treat you to dinner another day. That's that, bye!"

With that, she waved at him and left out the door.

She left.

She left.

She left.

Max stood there, looked at the empty bed, thought about what he'd done a few hours ago, and felt like an absolute moron!

Goddamnit!

He clenched his teeth and roared, "Laura Davies, you ungrateful minx! See if I give another rat's ass about you from now on!"

But Laura had already gone far away, and couldn't hear him.

Finally, Max sat in a huff on the bed and gave Barnes a call.

"Go check exactly what it was that went on last night. Give me a call when you've found it out."

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Laura showered when she went back to the cast, then fell asleep.

Then she woke up at nine.

They were shooting at ten, and period dramas called for style and makeup. The hair alone took two hours to fix.

So everyone usually arrived a few hours early. Seeing that she wasn't there, the director had people look for her at the hotel, knew that she was sleeping in, and didn't look happy about it in the morning. "What were you doing last night? Waking so late today."

Laura smiled a little embarrassedly. "Sorry, director, I was out for business yesterday and got back late. Sorry for the delay."

"Hmph. All right, go get your makeup done."

"Okay."

Laura went to the dressing room. Sally looked at her hasty figure and scoffed.

Other people didn't know what she'd gotten up to last night, but she did.

Because...

She sneered, thought about the photo she'd received on her phone last night, and her mood instantly improved.

There was no rush. She had to play this right. It might have been a small thing, but if she played her cards right, it could be a happy surprise for her. After all, nobody could have imagined that the female costar of a cast was going to that sort of place and getting in a scandal with a man like that!

At that point, the show wasn't airing yet, and the scandals would be flying everywhere. There was no guarantee she could keep that costar position. Thinking of that, Sally chuckled, pleased. The director called her right at that moment to film the next scene, and she walked over to the set. Laura walked back to the dressing room and started her styling.

In the gap between the makeup getting done, she took out her phone and called Maria about it.