I Am Mrs. Winsor

"My dear cutie, I missed you so much. What have you been up to these few days? Hurry up!" As Henry spoke, he tore off Mary's clothes and carried her upstairs.

Mary had nothing to do but only palter with him. However, Henry was very experienced in this aspect. She would not refuse even if she wanted to.

Satiated, Henry sat on the bed smoking.

Mary was unhappy, but when she saw Henry smiling, she couldn't help but ask, "Did something good happen?"

"Good news."

"What is it?"

"Johny has been assassinated."

"What?" Mary looked at Henry in shock. "Is Johny alright?"

Henry suddenly looked at Mary. "What? It seems that you don't want him to die."

Mary immediately put away her surprised expression and punched Henry in the chest with her fist.

"I can't wait for him to die. If he dies, you will be the president."

Henry pinched Mary's chin. "That's more like it."

"And ... is he dead?"