“It’s not convenient for me to come to things ….” She shrugged it off.
She was really coming on, she found it right in the shower.
But Joziah Austin didn’t believe her and stared at her suspiciously, obviously thinking it was an excuse she was making to say no.
“Really?” Joziah Austin’s lips curled in a way that made it impossible to see his emotions.
“Really.” She had a serious look on her face.
Joziah Austin was silent, and after a moment abruptly smiled, sparingly, “Sister-in-law, after three years, you are still naive and cute. … Think I’m that easy to get rid of?”
“…”
Amelia Bright speechless, so he thinks she is lying to him?
“Getting wise.” Joziah Austin’s fingers ran over her collarbone, from top to bottom.
This man, I don’t think …
Pervert!
Amelia Bright stared at Joziah Austin up close, noticing his hand had probed away, his magnetic voice in her ear, “Just let me check and see …”
She stiffened all over …
The moment of a close call, the sound of a wheelchair sliding suddenly came from the doorway, unusually clear.
She suddenly realized what was going on, and Joziah Austin, who was on top of her, reacted even faster, almost swiftly rolling out of bed and quickly gathering his clothes.
The man in the wheelchair caught his eye.
When he saw the messy bedroom, Joziah Austin, who was fumbling with buttons, and the woman sitting up from the bed, Farren Austin’s face looked as if ink could drip out of it.
“What are you doing?” His voice was cold, like someone who survived in an ice cellar, and the sound alone could send shivers down one’s spine.
A person with crippled legs, living in a gloomy world all day, not even leaving the door or seeing people, it is not too much to say that it is an ice cellar.
“Big … brother, you … how did you get here?”
Joziah Austin stammered, knowing that Farren Austin had locked himself in the study for a day and hadn’t come out all day before he dared to boldly enter the master bedroom to harass Amelia Bright.
“This is my room.” Maxton Austin slid his wheelchair closer to the pair, and his proximity sent a chill through her face.
Only this time, someone was more scared than she was.
Joziah Austin had always been afraid of his big brother, and once Farren Austin had thundered and achieved countless feats and earned the nickname ‘The Cold-Blooded Demon King’.
If not for the accident on the exercise, Farren Austin must be famous throughout Hounslow City.
But even though he is now crippled in both legs and paralyzed in a wheelchair, the aura in his bones remains unchanged.
“I ask you once more, what are you doing in this room?” Farren Austin’s icy voice held a trace of impatience.
“Brother, I … am not what you think I am!” Joziah Austin was getting darker and darker, and in front of Farren Austin, he looked like a wimp.
She inwardly sneered, in front of Amelia Bright and a bully like, to Farren Austin in front of the cross can not up?
Just then, Farren Austin followed the light, his eyes fell on her delicate face, a few years in prison had made her much thinner again, her collarbones were well defined.
“He doesn’t say, you do.” The man’s voice was like ice cream, without a trace of temperature.
“…”
Amelia Bright was stunned, let her speak?
Did she have anything to say?