chapter 823 Return

"Let me go!" She warned in a low voice, trying to get rid of him. "Mr. Smith, this is my place. Please show some respect to me."

Reggio didn't find the chip he wanted, his face looked more disapproving. Without a single word to explain, he shook off his hand and walked away in quick strides.

Not until she can take a deep breath, a tall and upright figure heaved into her sight.

August...

Her fingers cannot help trembling, and her legs were heavy. She straightened her back and went through the crowd, which is so tough.

Seeing the man who she yearned for day and night, she paused her steps suddenly. She started the scene in front of her, in disbelief.

She didn’t know when Currer walked to August, standing by his side. Her fair slim arm held his naturally, and her head even leaned on his shoulder.

This scene was dazzling to her. She balled her hand into a fist, with so much force that her fingernails even left some marks on her palm.

She shouted, and cried from the bottom of her heart. She wished that he would push Currer away.

Unfortunately, he did not.

August gently put the hair over her forehead aside, as he did this, he whispered something beside her ears. Then Currer chuckled girly and threw herself into his arms.

She took steps back. The table nearby supported her or she would fail.

control the impulsiveness of questioning him and

PANG!

spacing out, the wine tower beside her fell onto the ground. Everyone moved their gazes to her, and their expressions were hard to

woman who had so much authority

bouquet of wine diffused in the surrounding air, and the bright red liquid spilled on her pure white dress. She raised her head to look at August subconsciously, trying to find anything, anything from his indifferent face, but he stared at

Currer and at the same time Currer side-eyed in

was out of her expectation. But she adjusted herself quickly and become more intimate with August. It seemed that she did

had already caught all. Suddenly she came up with a good idea. After taking a deep breath, she rubbed

time no see, Currer." She

held his arm intimately, the panic seconds before

smug in her eyes. It’s like she was the final

that you would be the first

With these words, she clung to his arms. And she introduced gently, "This is

Fiancé...

gaze swept over August’s cold face,

August finally did something. Her brows furrowed

eyes shaded more, misplaced her gaze on them

didn't mean that I was absent from reading financial news. Ms. Mitchell, are you thinking of your dead husband

not irritated but she laughed. Things were shining in her eyes, darkly.

emphasized the word "him" quite much, keeping her eyes on the deep pool -

I hope so. I hope you could find him, just as I

However..."

names are the same, August Adams. Ms. Lucia, you should beware of laying

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