Presiden's wild wife

Chapter 20 Unfilial

Inside the car, Elena kept quiet, and the heat on her face didn’t dissipate. Her left hand was held tightly by Logan. She tried to pull it out, only to have his grip tightened even more.

It was when she got out of the car that Logan finally let go of her. His voice was gentle, "Grandpa's here, and don't be too formal later."

Elena's movement to get out of the car froze abruptly. She had seen Logan’ grandpa at the wedding, whose strict face was even colder than Logan. The mere thought of meeting him made her shiver. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Grandpa's actually nice. You..." Logan couldn't help but laugh at her stiff appearance, "Don't be too scared. You can't be eaten anyway."

"I... I'm not!" Elena was seen through and retorted with a red face. But thankfully, her panic was calmed because of his words.

When they walked inside the house, Mia immediately came over with their slippers, "Sir, Madame, welcome back."

Elena nodded and whispered, "Where's Grandpa?"

"The old master is in his study playing chess by himself, bored out of his mind. But he won't come down even when he's called." Mia replied as she took Logan's coat and hung it up.

Elena subconsciously glanced at Logan, who reached over and held her hand, "Go play chess with Grandpa."

She?

Elena grimaced bitterly, feeling the urge to cry as Logan pursed his lips and smiled, "Of course, Grandpa likes to bully newbies who can't play chess."

"I..." She curled her lips slightly and blinked at him innocently, "So will you stay with me?"

Logan seemed to be waiting for these words from her, lowering his voice in a doting manner with a big smile, "Okay."

Jacob followed behind, exchanging a look with Mia. They could see by all accounts that he was delightful.

Inside the study, the grandpa was playing chess by himself, muttering something that they couldn’t hear clearly.

Logan took her hand and entered the study, "What are you playing with yourself, Grandpa?"

The grandpa turned his head and frowned with severity. Elena gave a jolt and stood straight, who looked like standing at attention, "Gran... Grandpa!"

The grandpa looked up and down at the granddaughter-in-law in front of him. The more he looked at her, the more serious his face became. A cold sweat ran down Elena's forehead and she didn't dare to speak.

Logan watched them and sighed imperceptibly, "Grandpa, don't tease her."

"What did I do to her? Can't I look at my granddaughter-in-law? You cherish her too much!" he curled his lips with his serious look disappearing instantly. Elena looked at him with her jaw dropped, a little confused.

The grandpa didn't care that she was dazed, and familiarly took her hand, "Come, let me see. I didn't even get a chance to have a closer look at you at the wedding before my comrade-in-arms dragged me to drink."

The grandpa’s name was George Brown, a veteran. He looked a little scary on the face, but inside he was just an old urchin. He insisted on letting Elena accompany him to play chess, but she did not know how to play and was completely defeated.

"Haha!" George smiled broadly. The more he looked at Elena, the more satisfied he was, "It's better to have a granddaughter-in-law. Logan never gives in to me when playing chess, not even a single piece, and doesn't allow me to retract a false move in a chess game!"

George was happy, but Elena was about to cry out. After getting familiar with him, there was less restraint, "Grandpa, I won’t play with you. I don’t know how to play!"

George glared, "No way. If you don't stay with me, who will?"

Logan felt apologetic and held her hand softly, "I'll teach you."

Elena's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly. George hesitated, "Okay, but you can only hint, and can't tell her directly!"

Logan raised his eyebrows, obviously confident. And soon the chessboard was set up again, but the situation was immediately reversed. Seeing that Elena ended up eating his ‘general’ without hesitation, George was not happy, "No, no, how can I compete with you two!"

"But that's not what you just said, Grandpa." She laughed.

George pushed the chess pieces, "No more games then. You two youngsters are ganging up on an old man. How unfilial!"

Logan was helpless, "Grandpa..."

"Hmph!" George snorted arrogantly and got up with his cane, "I'm old, and my brain doesn't work as fast as you youngsters. You don’t even give in to me when playing chess, alas! I'd better get back to

the old butler and ask him to play with me!"

"Grandpa, you're not trying to play tricks when you lose, are you?" Logan said quietly.

The old master’s thought was revealed, and he instantly raged at him, "You brat!"

Elena watched the bickering between the grandpa and grandson and couldn’t help but smile. She felt she was more familiar with Logan and didn’t have that strange feeling.

Mia came upstairs and knocked on the door, "Master, the food is ready. Would you like to eat it now or later?"

"Now, now, now!" George replied anxiously, turning around and shaking his head innocently at Logan, "It’s because I remember that I’m hungry and need to eat. What's the point of playing chess? What if I starve my grandson-in-law!"

With that, he took Elena's hand and headed out, "Elena, let's have dinner. This brat wants to play chess and let him play by himself!"

Elena was pulled along and turned her head to look at Logan, who moved his wheelchair and followed them down the stairs.

After they had finished dinner, George and Mia talked about something secretly. They whispered together. Elena happened to come in with the dishes, and Mia snatched them up at once, "Madame, just let me do these, and you can have a rest!"

George cleared his throat and looked seriously at Elena, saying meaningfully, "Elena, come here. I have something to ask you."

Elena was filled with confusion, "OK."

"Ahem!" George looked around and saw that Logan was not there, then he lowered his voice, "That brat, does he sleep in a different room from you?"

Elena's body froze for a moment, unsure of how she should respond.

George took her hand and encouraged, "What are you afraid of? Just be honest and tell me. If that brat bullies you, I'll help you get justice!"

"No!" Lest he misunderstood, Elena immediately explained and blushed, "I’m afraid I'd wake him up in the middle of the night. And he doesn't want me to see him like that, so he moves to the other room."

The old master was silent for a moment. He was Logan's grandfather, and the relationship between them was good. He knew that Logan had high self-esteem. Thinking about his leg, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "Elena, I like you because I know that you don't mind Logan's legs. You are a good girl."

Elena's cheeks burned a little at the compliment and she shook her head, "Grandpa, I'm not as good as you think."

The reason why she got together with Logan at first was a mistake. But now, the mistake kept on going. George's grip on her hand tightened slightly. Elena could detect that George 's hand was trembling a little, "Silly child, whether you are good or not can be seen clearly."

He thought of the other girl the Bush family had brought here before. Although Mason talked about marrying his daughter to Logan, he couldn't see an ounce of kindness in that woman.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?" Logan's low voice suddenly rang out behind them.

Both George and Elena jumped in shock, looked at Logan, and complained, "Why didn't you make any noise at all!"

"..."

Elena broke away from George's hand and blushed, not daring to look at him, "I have to work hard for the interview, so I'm going upstairs first!"

Logan glanced at George and spoke in a calm tone, "What did you just say to Elena?"

"I... What can I say?" George dodged his pursuing gaze, and was pushed to the limit and threw his hand away, "Gee, what can I say? I'm just asking about the baby."

George said, and couldn't help but sigh, "I've lived most of my life, and have been hoping for you to have children. But you don't seem to be trying at all, and don't know how to please your wife."

Logan was awkward, knowing why Elena blushed just now. It was George’s fault.