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.”

that, she turned

straight to the

with the smell of blood,

rinsed her wounds with water, trying to

herself in

her parents left her

suppress any cries, but she couldn’t hold

were very soft, Leslie, who

Chapter 199

paused in the midst of removing his shoes, his

up the umbrella on the floor, and

in the bathroom for a long

crying when

she had to accept

shower, she emerged to find the living room

and checked

already

Where was Leslie?

Didn’t he come home?

found her phone in her bag and dialed Leslie’s

the

foul-smelling odor filled the entire

Aurelia wasn’t repulsed but

looked at

dressed in

hair was disheveled, with wilted leaves of

there were

once crisply ironed dress pants now clung wrinkled to his legs,