Chapter 11

Book:The President's Reborn Bride Published:2024-5-1

Peyman Hards was wearing a white shirt, standing under a tree, and mottled shadows fell on him, as if his body were slightly glowing.
It’s no wonder that the original owner will be crazy about it for three years for such a good-looking and gentle man.
Peyman Hards heard the sound and turned around: “Athach, you …”
Before he spoke, he was amazed by the girl in front of him. She stood at the door, and the breeze blew her slightly curled hair.
Just like a fairy descended to earth, Peyman Hards was blinded by it.
Athach frowned slightly and asked him coldly, “What do you want with me?”
Listening to the familiar voice, Peyman was even more surprised: “You are Athach, how did you …”
In Peyman’s memory, Athach has always looked like a hooligan, dressed neither fish nor fowl, with red hair today, purple hair tomorrow, and an explosive head.
Therefore, he never liked Athach.
He has never seen such Athach with long hair and a simple red skirt, which makes her look bright and charming, yet charming.
And that face, which is no longer wearing heavy makeup, is more plain and beautiful.
It’s more beautiful than Aderyn.
Athach was a little impatient: “If Mr. Hards is okay, you can leave. My husband will be unhappy.”
Conlin is sitting in the living room, and can clearly hear what is said outside.
From Athach’s mouth, the word “husband” made him raise his eyebrows slightly, and he actually felt quite pleasant. It was a very nice address.
Peyman watched the change of Athach , not only her appearance, but also her attitude towards him.
This makes Peyman feel uncomfortable. There is a feeling that a dog wagging its tail when it sees him every day suddenly wags its tail at others.
Peyman stepped forward and reached out to pull her: “Athach, I’m here to take you away. Conlin is a madman. I can’t let him hurt you and watch you die.”
Athach directly knocked out Peyman’s hand: “Mr. Hards, pay attention to your words and don’t speak ill of my husband.”
Peyman’s beaten hand hurts. He frowns at her and says, “Athach, I really came to take you away. Even if I don’t accept you, you can’t marry Conlin, can you?”
“Conlin is a madman. When he went crazy, he didn’t recognize his relatives. How many women did he hurt …”
Athach interrupted him, “He was kind to me and didn’t hurt me.”
Peyman froze, looked down at Athach, and saw the bruises on her arms and neck: “Your arms are all bruises, hasn’t him hurt you yet?”
Athach glanced at her arm, then looked up at him: “Mr. Hards is an adult, don’t you know it’s called a hickey?”
The trace left behind is a little big, and she has made some concealer. Otherwise, the five-finger print on her neck will not look ambiguous, but will infiltrate people.
Peyman doesn’t look good, and he feels betrayed: “Even if he is kind to you, Conlin Conlin can’t live until next year, so you have to be widowed.”
Athach’s voice was lighter: “Our constellations match, and I can bless him for a long life.”
Peyman pulled the corners of his mouth.
Athach looked at him: “Even if he dies, I am the legal heir, inheriting his billions of property. Isn’t it great?”
Peyman had no reason to convince her.
He can only say firmly, “You must come with me today, and I won’t let you suffer here.”
Athach snorted coldly and asked him coldly, “In what capacity did Mr. Hards say this?”
Peyman looked up at Athach : “As long as you come with me today, I will give you another chance, and I will try to like you …”