Presiden's wild wife

Chapter 175 You Are My Wife

Seeing Logan’s confused look, Elena thought he was so cute. She kindly reminded him, “Today Mia isn’t here with us. She went home because her grandson was born. So she is going to help out. Now only you and me are in this house.”

“So?”

She embraced his neck and smiled, “I remember that you promised me...”

Logan quickly searched the answer in his mind, and finally got the answer, “Cook for you?”

Elena sighed in relief and nodded hurriedly, “Yeah, didn’t you say that you could cook? But I never see you cooking.”

“Okay. What do you want to eat?” He agreed at once.

“What can you cook? I am never picky.”

Logan glanced at her, “Do you think there is something I am not capable of?”

“Huh!?” Elena was a little surprised. But soon she realized that he was so proud. So she didn’t restrain herself and ordered dishes which were their favorites.

Logan agreed, “Okay. As you wish.”

She immediately led him into the kitchen. But when she opened the refrigerator, she was dumbfounded, “Nothing? Did Mir forget to buy food for us? “

“Let’s go out and buy some food ourselves, and we can have fresh ones,” Logan suggested.

Elena was embarrassed, “Then... ask Jacob to drive for us?”

Logan shook his head, “Don’t bother him. I asked him to G City for some business. He may not be able to come back in a short time.”

“Then I will buy it myself.”

“You have a driver’s license, don’t you? I saw it once in the closet before.” Logan looked at her, “You can drive.”

He thought she would agree, but she looked sad, “I have never driven since I got the license…”

She never drove because she didn’t have a chance to drive. Emma got a car from Mason after she got her license. But Mason didn’t buy a car for Elena just because Emma said that as a fresh employee, Elena didn’t need a car. And Elena just said nothing to fight for it.

Logan looked at her. After a while, he said, “Elena, I believe in you. You can drive.”

She was happy that Logan trusted her, but... she couldn’t trust herself.

Finally, Elena had no choice but to drive the car herself. Because of fear, she was trembling all the way. Her hands holding the steering wheel were sweating. Logan just carefully and gently reminded her how to drive.

He kept talking to her in a soft voice, which made her relax. Finally, Elena drove to the supermarket safely.

Logan smiled, “Look, you can make it, right?”

Elena was so nervous. She didn’t say a word. She helped him get off the car. Then they entered the supermarket together. It was on weekend so there were a lot of people in the supermarket. She felt sorry for him, “I shouldn’t ask you here. I should do it myself.”

“I want to go shopping with you. Let’s go.”

Elena sighed, and quickly picked the food they needed. When the cashier was checking their goods, Logan picked two small boxes and put them on the counter calmly. They were condoms.

The cashier smiled, “Is that all? Do you need a bag?” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“And these.”

“What else?” Elena turned around and took a look. When she saw the condoms, she instantly blushed!

“You…”

Logan smiled, and asked, “Why are you so nervous? We will need it. Or do you have your preference?”

Elena didn’t look at him and lowered her head. She quickly paid the bill and put all the stuff together in a bag and pushed him out of the supermarket in no time.

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At noon, Logan was alone in the kitchen, cooking. The sunlight went through the window and shone on him. She saw this view through the glass door and felt so warm.

He skillfully used the kitchen knife and cut the vegetables in a neat way. She really enjoyed looking at him, especially when he was cooking.

“Elena.” Logan called her name gently.

Elena immediately ran to him, as if she was ready for him, “What can I do for you?”

“Help me roll up my sleeves.” He held a knife in one hand and pressed the beef with the other.

Elena was a little disappointed. While rolling up his sleeves, she asked, “Anything else I can help? I don’t think you are used to using the knife. Let me do it for you.”

Logan squinted at her, “You are worrying too much.”

She pursed her lips, feeling regretful to let him cook, “I really worry about you.”

Then she kept watching him, afraid that he would hurt himself carelessly.

However, Logan wasn’t a careless man. He did so well in cooking, seemingly this wasn’t his first time to cook.

It only took him less than an hour to cook. All the dishes looked delicious and smelled so good, which made Elena’s stomach rumble.

Elena was surprised, “Have you learned how to cook before?”

“I started to cook when I was five.”

“What!”

She looked at him in astonishment, “You started to cook when you were five? Why did you cook? You were just a little kid! It was dangerous. Wasn’t there any maid in the Browns then?”

“My parents were separated then. I lived with my mother and learned a little about cooking.” He said in a low voice, but she could hear it clearly.

He lived with his mother in another house where no maid helped do the housework. He didn’t want to bother his mother, so he cooked by himself. At last, he was sent back to the Browns.

Elena knew it wouldn’t be a good topic to talk about, so she stopped asking him and changed the subject. She turned to eat the food and kept complimenting him.

After the meal, she wanted to wash the dishes. But before she could touch the plate, Logan stopped her, “It’s too cold. I will ask a housekeeper to wash them tomorrow.”

“That’s troublesome. Besides, I can’t bear to leave them dirty in my house!” Elena said, wearing thick plastic gloves and starting to wash the dishes.

After finishing washing, she took off the gloves and put her hands on his face, to let him know that it wouldn’t be that cold, “It’s not cold at all with gloves!”

“My darling,” He muttered, and carefully covered her hands with his.

Elena got into his arms and grinning, “Logan, you don’t need to cook for me in the future. Let me cook for you, OK?”

“Why?”

“No, I’m just thinking, as your wife, maybe I should take better care of you.” She embraced him and put her face on his chest.

Logan lowered his head and smiled, realizing that she felt sorry for him that he had to cook when he was little. So she wanted to look after him.

He patted her back lightly, “You are my wife, not my nanny.”