The Woman From Hell

Chapter 192

I froze as I looked at the location of the injuries. He probably had Cindy in his arms to protect her when the car crash happened, right?

He noticed my gaze and quickly retracted his hand, saying nonchalantly, "Miss Woods is cooking. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

I lowered my head and did not say a word.

All of a sudden, the room fell silent with a deafening silence.

He got up and propped himself up with a pillow. He was half-lying down and embracing me in his arms again. He reached out to rub my hands. Though this might seem intimate, both of us knew that at this very moment, our hearts were flipping inside out. It was hard for either of us to start the conversation.

After a very long time, I could not stand the stifling atmosphere any longer and said, "Did you get these injuries because you were trying to protect her?"

I regretted it after asking the question. I was too blunt.

His hand that was holding onto mine froze slightly but he still did not say a word.

saying,

obvious? If he admitted it, then I would only get upset. I hoped he would not say anything because that

letting me get up. He looked

I asked, "Worried

health,"

about your health. I

almost screaming when I got to the last

piss him off, but I still could not stop myself from saying it

cold a t once. His deep and profound pupils were burning with blames. "So you're not worried if I live or die. You

into his eyes with a determined gaze. My tone was cold and chilly. "Yeap, you're right. I have never cared about you. I only married you because you're rich,

continued after a pause, "But after marrying you, I realized that you’re neither gentle nor considerate. You've emotionally abused me for so

had

for another candidate?" He sneered. Coupled with his pale complexion, he did seem a little scary. "It was Xander before and

should I be the one to stay loyal to you when you’re staying with the woman you like, even risking your life over

frosty voice, "So you've taken the initiative to come back this time