That embrace was still firmly etched in his heart! That's right, Jennifer was indeed a fickle woman! He hated her… but what was this concern he felt for her?
"Sympathy! Yes, I only feel sympathy for her. Seeing her getting beaten up so pitifully, it's normal for my compassion to overflow at times… David, oh David, just stop overthinking things, alright? I just hate that little fox…"
"President, what are you mumbling about to yourself?"
"Ah!" It felt like he had been caught red-handed, and he patted his chest, pretending to be startled. "Sophie, when did you come back? Did I call you back? Never mind that, why are you hiding behind me?!" David roared, trying to cover his slightly flushed cheeks.
Sophie was momentarily confused. "President, weren't you always very alert? How come you didn't notice I was behind you this time?" His footsteps weren't exactly quiet, right? Could it be that the president was starting to lose his hearing?
