Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 664 Apologizing

Chapter 664 Apologizing

Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at him and gritted her teeth, "Don't you know why? Don't you know what you've done?"

Max was even more confused.

What did he do?

He didn't know anything.

However, his experience told him that apologizing to a woman in anger no matter why she was upset would be the safest thing for him to do.

So instead of asking her why, he said seriously, "I'm sorry, honey."

Laura froze.

She was about to lose her temper, but she bit back the words she was going to say when she heard his words.

She looked at him for a long time and snorted.

"I won't forgive you easily."

Max coaxed her, "I'm really sorry, honey."

He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Laura wasn't so angry anymore, but she couldn't help but ask, "What for?"

Max didn't know why he was sorry.

He had absolutely no idea.

But he didn't dare to talk back. He thought about what happened along the way and finally, his eyes lit up.

He looked at Laura and said tentatively, "I... I shouldn't have stared at that woman?"

He took a guess.

However, Laura's countenance changed.

Max knew he was right.

He was relieved and happy.

He smiled, "Honey, you're jealous."

He made fun of her.

Laura glared at him.

She gritted her teeth, "So you're proud of what you did, huh?"

Max chuckled, put his arm around her waist, and said, "Not at all. I'm just happy that you're jealous. It means you love me." Laura grunted and didn't say anything.

Max explained, "Actually, I wasn't staring at her because she's pretty."

Laura rolled her eyes at him, "Liar."

Max immediately gestured, "I swear to god she's not as pretty as you are in my eyes. After all, you're my wife, aren't you?"

He even tried to kiss her.

Laura pushed him away and said coldly, "Whatever. I don't care."

With a smug smile, he shook his head and said,

"I wouldn't believe this if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

Laura didn't look at him but quietly pricked up her ears.

As expected, Max explained in detail, "I really wasn't staring at her because of her look. I stared because she looked a lot like someone I met before. It's just that she died over twenty years ago so I was stunned."

Laura didn't see this coming and turned to him in curiosity.

"Someone you met? Who was it?"

Max shook his head.

"I don't know her. I saw her in a photo that my dad kept in a book. One day I went to his study and accidentally found it. I went to my dad with the photo and asked him. He said she was a good friend of his and had died many years ago."

Surprised, Laura asked, "So do you know her name?"

Max shook his head, "No. I didn't ask and my dad didn't tell me."

Laura fell silent.

It could be a coincidence, but she thought it was bizarre.

Seeing her frown, Max was afraid she would be unhappy, so he smiled, "Forget it. There are so many people who look alike in the world."

"What's more, I was a child when I saw the photo. Children's memories are unreliable. Maybe I got it wrong."

Laura was still puzzled, but she didn't say anything more.

They went happily hand in hand to other places.

At the same time.

In the peach grove, the woman sat down and picked up the violin from the stone table again.

She started playing it and the music was melodious.

But she stopped and her hands froze.

Finally, she sighed and said to herself, "It doesn't seem to be a good day to play the violin. I didn't do anything, but why can't I stay calm?"

At that moment, she heard someone's footsteps behind her.

A man came out from the peach grove. Seeing that she was sitting there with a thin shirt, he frowned.

He walked over, draped a shawl on her shoulders, and said gently, "It's cold out there. Put on more layers."

She looked at him and smiled.

"Gentry, it's noon. The others are wearing sleeveless dresses, but I have to wear more layers. People would think I'm a freak."

Gentry froze and narrowed his eyes slightly in displeasure.

"You're not like others. You have to take care of yourself. Who cares about what others might think."

He adjusted her shawl and frowned when he saw the violin on the table.

"It's getting late. Let's go back for lunch!"

She didn't refuse and obediently stood up.

Gentry stepped forward, picked up the violin, and looked her up and down. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he walked away with her.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at a small restaurant in the middle of nowhere.

There were many restaurants in the big manor.

Now they were in a hidden theme restaurant in the manor.

They went into the restaurant. Gentry helped her sit down and went straight into the kitchen.