Sweet Revenge

Chapter 512 What’s He Thinking?

Bridger didn’t know how to fight. Besides, Paisley had a sneak attack, so he wasn’t prepared for it. Because of the impact, he was thrown toward her.

“Ouch!” His nose hit Paisley’s mouth hard. The two of them both felt pain.

Paisley felt his lips numb because of his nose bone and his teeth. Bridger felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears. “Paisley, what are you doing?”

He covered his nose and struggled to stand up. Tears were rolling in his eyes, but he tried his best to hold them back.

This woman was so strange and unpredictable. If it weren’t for her, he would definitely get angry.

“You aren’t a martial artist?” Letting go of her hand, Paisley confirmed what she was thinking.

Just now, she thought that since Simon knew martial arts and was good at fighting, maybe the Palmer family was a hidden ancient martial arts family, and their people might know martial arts. So she tested Bridger’s martial arts.

Obviously, he was a martial artist!

He might be pretending, but with her martial arts skills, she could still tell that Bridger didn’t have any internal force at all, and his breath was not as steady as that of a martial artist. Obviously, he wasn’t one.

“Of course, I’m not! The Palmer family is not a martial arts clan like yours!” He touched his nose and couldn’t help complaining.

However, in his mind, he was thinking, if I knew martial arts, I would have already taken you down. There was no need for me to be afraid of you and to tangle with you like this?

Of course, he couldn’t say it out loud, but he still coaxed her, “Paisley, what’s wrong with you? By the way, you haven’t told me who hurt you. Don’t worry. Although I can’t fight, my family in Washington can’t be underestimated. I will definitely find that person out and bring him on ropes in front of you, at your disposal!”

Paisley was testing whether he knew martial

didn’t care about it. In this modern era, martial skills were useless. Martial artists worked for bosses. As long as he

took a sip. The smell of blood

many years, and the number of real injuries was very few. She had been injured more seriously than

But this time…

was terrible. He was difficult to

and there were few opponents. But she

you. By the way, do

“Will

as she sat up straight

in such a low voice. Bridger was stunned for a

dares to hurt my woman? Paisley, tell me who that guy is. I’ll tie him up and cut him into pieces

licked the blood on the corner of her

his face. He didn’t realize what he was talking about until he was in the middle of the sentence. “Who? Who did you

that

at him as if she was examining his sincerity from the bottom of her heart. “It turns out that what you said just now is really a lie to me. I thought you were different from other men, but I didn’t expect you to be

down her arms, stood up, and was about

didn’t mean that…” Bridger panicked. He reached out his hand and pulled her back to sit down. “I didn’t hear it clearly. Who did

Simon? Are you

the

Washington. They have the same name, and they look exactly the same. Or