The President Is Indulging You

When he thought of Hazel's request to him a few months ago, something flashed across Max's eyes but he quickly concealed it. "Sir, how are you sure that Miss Wilkinson doesn't love you anymore?" He asked. At his words, Regan's eyes were swirled with madness and the cup of water in his hand was crushed in an instant. "I've coaxed her and sent all kinds of gifts to her, and yet she's still unhappy! I took her out at night but she didn't smile nor laugh and only keep a gloomy face. I let the person she wanted to see to come and meet her; she smiled at them, but not at me! Now she's afraid of me, blaming me and saying that I treat her like a pet and a toy!" "Max, didn't I treat her well? This is the first time that I've treated a woman so nice in my life." "I'm dying to give her all the best things in the world! I just want to spoil her... and it seems like I've used all of my patience in this life on her! However, I can't bear to hurt her no matter how angry she is... Max, is this what lo