Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

Chapter 199

Aurelia looked up at the tall and burly security guards in fear.

She was afraid but she decided to bravely confront them.

However, Leslie shielded her behind him before she could even lift her foot.

“It’s my fault. I accidentally threw away my wife’s belongings, so I came to help her find them.”

Aurelia paused, not expecting Leslie to shoulder all the blame himself.

In the past, Seth would have found it embarrassing and left her to face the situation alone.

Noticing that Leslie looked rather formidable, the security guard softened his tone.

“Are you one of the homeowners here?”

“Yes,” Leslie nodded. “When is the garbage usually collected here? And where does it go?”

Aurelia looked at Leslie in surprise, finally believing that he was genuinely helping her solve the problem.

The security guard pondered the question for a moment.

“It’s collected at four in the afternoon. It’s past six now. However, the garbage in this area will be taken to the nearby garbage disposal station for sorting. But it’s been too long. You won’t be able to

retrieve it.”

The other security guard advised, “It’s dark now, and the rain is still heavy. If the items aren’t valuable, maybe it’s better to let it go.”

Aurelia clenched the handle of her umbrella and looked at Leslie, who was soaked from head to toe.

She reached out to tug at his clothes. “Forget it, there’s no need to look anymore.”

she turned

to the bathroom and locked the

the smell of blood, made her look

and rinsed her wounds with

as she looked at herself in the mirror, tears rolled

memory her parents left her had also disappeared, and

lip to suppress any cries, but she couldn’t hold back and

were very soft, Leslie, who had just entered the door,

Chapter 199

paused in the midst of removing his shoes,

up the umbrella on the floor, and left

in the bathroom for a long

stopped crying when she

she had to

she emerged to find the living

was taken aback and checked the

was already past

Where was Leslie?

Didn’t he come home?

her phone in her bag

she did, the door behind her

odor filled the

wasn’t repulsed

looked at the man

impeccably dressed in a suit,

was disheveled, with

black shirt, there

ironed dress pants now clung wrinkled to his legs, with droplets