In the car.
The cold air pressure in the car made Athach sit still, feeling a little nervous, like she was sorry Conlin.
But when she was Amber, she didn’t feel this way even though she meets the first killer.
This aura of Conlin is too strong!
Haley, who was driving, looked at the two men from the back seat, and his heart hung up, deeply worried about Athach.
Young master, this is not going to throw a tantrum at young lady, is it?
Conlin was really angry. He thought that Athach have given the identity as his wife to others casually.
Is she so indifferent to him?
Think of Athach so easily promised to change people, but now she don’t apologize to him, sitting there quietly, without any awareness of mistakes.
Just these things, Conlin became more and more angry. The angrier he became, the lower the air pressure in the car was.
Haley breathed carefully for fear that he will become a punching bag.
Athach was also very upset, so she put her hands on her knee, and then she buckled her knee with her fingers.
Conlin looked at her little affectations of buttoning her knees, and the anger that pervaded his chest seemed to be extinguished virtually.
Convinced himself of Conlin for a long time, when he wanted to feel relieved, he turned to look at Athach’s knees in one hand and her mobile phone in the other.
Conlin sank: “Athach.”
Athach looked up at him: “Huh?”
Conlin saw that she was innocent and did not know what was wrong, but even more so, he said in a cold voice, “Do you really agree to change people today?”
If he didn’t come and didn’t arrange a funeral party, she really let Aderyn get married instead.
From the cold voice, Athach heard a little uncomfortable and dangerous.
She shook her head resolutely: “No, because I want to be Mrs. Greef!”
This, Athach didn’t lie, she wanted to use the identity of Mrs. Greef to return to Liwilt.
Because of her words, Conlin, who was sulking all the way, suddenly vanished.
He smiled at the corners of his lips, then he looked at her seriously and deeply, and said, “Don’t talk about changing people again, Mrs. Greef can only be you!”
Athach looked up at him.
When Conlin was in a good mood, he smelled almost no blood in the air.
He looked the landing Athach up and down, frowned and asked, “Are you hurt?”
Athach side looked at her right leg, watching the blood flowing on her calf, which had dried up: “It’s a little injury, it’s okay.”
Before she finished speaking, a figure was pressed down.
Conlin leaned over from her face, put his hand on her thigh, and broke it off slightly, letting her calf side by side, so that he could clearly see the wound on her calf.
Such a close distance, let Athach smell his unique cool fragrance, mixed with the male hormone taste, and make her little face hot.
His palm, on her thigh, the temperature of the palm, across the thin skirt, burned her skin.
For the first time, doing this intimate action with a man made Athach blush as blood, and she held her breath nervously.
Conlin didn’t have the spirit, because he saw the blood on Athach’s calf, which flowed directly to the soles of her feet. Although it dried up, it was very striking and stinging in Conlin’s eyes.
“This is not serious?” Conlin looked up at her angrily, “Who hurt you?”
Athach didn’t know what he was angry about, but obediently replied, “It’s really not serious. I hurt myself, and it has nothing to do with others.”
Conlin asked in a cold voice again, “Who hurt you and how?”
He’s going to break that man’s leg!