President's Substitute Wife

Chapter 509 People will be attracted by what they don’t know

“Why are you here?”

I immediately got up and helped Sean into the office.

He shut the door when he came in.

I looked up at the closed door and knew that he was going to say what happened.

Even if he didn’t tell me, I would ask him.

I helped Sean to sit on the sofa. He looked at me and said, “you can ask me.”

Sure enough, he knew me.

I sat opposite him and looked at him. I thought and asked, “what happened? What did Cindy do?”

“I’ve had Gary track her since she left last time, including people she’s been in contact with. Sure enough, she deals with gun smugglers and wants to kill people.”

I knew she wanted to kill me.

I looked at Sean, “so what did you do?”

“I gave everything to the police, including information about the smugglers. I made a contribution, so it’s up to me whether Cindy will go to jail.”

Sean spoke with a calm expression.

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I was not surprised.

He seemed to have said almost everything. I heard how he would deal with it, so I didn’t ask him.

But I had another problem.

I leaned against the back of the sofa and said, “but Cindy is the daughter of Lewis Group. She grew up in the upper class. Why does she deal with these people?”

After listening to my question, Sean smiled helplessly, “maybe people will be attracted by things they don’t know and haven’t touched.”

“What?”

“Do you know who the father of Cindy’s child is?”

Sean asked me.

I shook my head.

I had never inquired about it.

“It’s a gangster, or a gangster leader.”

I didn’t believe it when Sean finished.

Cindy’s child’s father was a gangster.

How was that possible?

I didn’t speak, but Sean saw I didn’t believe it. He smiled bitterly. “You don’t believe it, do you? In fact, I didn’t believe it at first, but I found out later that it was true.”

“She... Why...”

I really couldn’t understand.

Sean took his cell phone out of his pocket and opened the mailbox to show me an email he had in his collection.

I clicked to open the attachment of the email, which contained several photos and videos.

Cindy was wearing a black T-shirt with metal decorations, super shorts, perforated mesh socks and high heels.

She wore heavy makeup in the arms of a very tall man.

That man looked bad. He was smiling in the picture. One corner of his mouth was raised and looked bad.

He put one hand around Cindy’s waist and held a cigarette in the other.

There were many gangsters around them.

I went on to see a picture of Cindy sitting on the sofa with her legs on the table.

She was not a lady but a slut!

I clicked on the video.

The man was walking with Cindy in his arms. A group of hoodlums shouted, “big brother, big sister!”

They were like in a movie.

I frowned at all the accessories. I looked up at Sean and couldn’t help but wonder. “Cindy’s rebellion came a little late.”

If she was a teenager, I could understand. She didn’t like stereotypes and liked things that looked cool.

She couldn’t tell good from bad.

But Cindy was clearly in her twenties!

How could she be addicted to this?

Sean shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s been depressed for too long. She’s still connected with this man, and they raise a child together.”

“What?” My eyes widened.

How could a child be good in such an environment?

As a mother, I had some sympathy for Cindy's child.

Sean nodded. “And this time, her man was involved, and he’s now locked up.”

“What?” The first thing I thought of was the child. I immediately asked, “what about their child?”

Cindy was forced to go abroad, and the father of the child was going to jail.

If this child was handed over to those gangsters, his life would be ruined.

Mothers cared about other people’s children.

Sean raised his hand and touched my hair. He smiled and said, “well, you’d better protect your own baby. I’ve contacted Nelson. He is his only grandson. He will certainly be responsible for him.”

I was relieved.

Then he reached out and put me in his arms. He complained. “Now you learn to be disobedient? Why didn’t you leave just now?”

“I...”

As soon as I tried to defend myself, he pressed me directly on the back of the sofa and a kiss fell off.

It was light and depicted my lips.

He was gentle at first, but he didn’t want to stop. He went deeper and deeper into the kiss.

I put my arm around his neck and responded.

After I was pregnant, we had very little intimate contact because we were afraid of losing control.

We were afraid of hurting our baby.

After all, I was not young. If I lost my baby, it would be difficult for me to get pregnant again.

His hands began to touch me.

It was autumn now. The cold wind blew in when his palm lifted my clothes.

I couldn’t help shivering and waking up.

I quickly pushed him away and said, “no, it will hurt our daughter.”

“Daughter?”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me.

I just remembered that I just called to tell him the test results. Because I met Diana, I forgot.

I nodded, “yes, our daughter must be vulnerable.”

“But I...”

Sean took my hand and guided me.

We hadn’t had sex for a long time. After the kiss, he couldn’t stand it.

I frowned, but he said pitifully, “I asked the doctor. He said we had to wait three months and I had to be gentle.”

I could feel it through the zipper.

But I still hesitated, “but you are too big. Our baby is vulnerable.”