Menantu Pahlawan Negara by Sarjana

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.”

turned

the bathroom and

with the smell of blood, made her look

on the tap and rinsed her wounds with water, trying to numb

looked at herself in the mirror, tears rolled

only memory her parents left her had also disappeared, and she felt

lip to suppress any cries, but she

very soft, Leslie, who had

Chapter 199

in the midst of removing his shoes, his face

down, picked up the umbrella on the

bathroom for a

only stopped crying when she ran

she had to

a shower, she emerged to find

checked the clock on

already

Where was Leslie?

Didn’t he come home?

her phone in her bag and dialed Leslie’s

she did, the

filled

wasn’t repulsed

she looked at

impeccably dressed in

hair was disheveled, with wilted leaves

shirt, there were visible stains

now clung wrinkled to