Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 237

Ella searched everywhere yesterday but couldn’t find her clothes

Lorenzo’s expression darkened as he glanced at his watch. It was too late to have clothes sent over. Finally, he found a umoke–gray pullover sweatshin he rarely wore in his closer and tossed it to her.

The clothes were large. On Ella, they were loose and reached her knees, giving her a surprisingly stylish look

But Fiorenza was cold, and Ella looked at Lorenzo with a pitiful expression. “Im afraid of the cold Although this seemed like a fix, she’d definitely freeze outside.

Lorenzo paused for a moment. Once again, he realized how difficult it was to take care of women. Annoyed, he muttered the word, “Trouble”

In the end, after some effort from Lorenzo, Ella put on one of his down jackets, which was thick enough. Lorenzo rarely wore it because he was naturally warm, so he didn’t often need such clothing

Eric drove, Cecil was in the passenger seat, and when Bernard saw Lorenzo and Ella get in, he quickly moved to the back seat. When Lorenzo got her into the vehicle–a spacious Mercedes van–they sat in the middle row.

The moment Bernard got a clear view of Ella’s face, he paused in surprise. She was quite different from Lorenzo’s women: she was so tiny

Bernard looked at Lorenzo’s strong, muscular build and then at the petite Ella. Bernard thought, “This is so mismatched! When he saw what she was wearing. Bernard was almost sure Lorenzo was perfectly all right at all areas.

Bernard deemed Lorenzo liked petite women. He was getting more and more curious as he called out, “Boss”

“What?” asked Lorenzo.

Bernard asked, “Is she going with us now? Are you sure she can handle it physically?”

Bernard’s words had a deeper meaning. Even Cecil, sitting in the front passenger seat, could catch what Bernard was hinting at. Bernard was pushing his luck.

Compared to Macro, Bernard still had some brains as he didn’t ask directly but subtly probed. But that was just asking for trouble.

Ella could naturally sense the deep meaning in Bernard’s tone and pressed her lips together, glancing at Lorenzo. Her eyes were teary again.

at Bernard. “When was the last time I shut your

another word, quickly closing his mouth. Lorenzo

Ella would be frightened, but now, it

return in the afternoon. So, she arranged

the Shallow Bay Area, right at the intersection leading

Chapter 237

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waiting for you at the coffee shop on Rigs Street

up Allison’s call, opened the car door, and stepped ont mending Chins from dr without approaching

bit lost. He held a cigarette and was dressed rather lightly. His

on the car door her very “What we

Stephanie didn’t think he was here to confront Sebastian Being bold to park there. Chris must have known that Sebastian was out. It seemed like

The Ashford family was indeed going through hard omes, and Chris was on the serge of a mental breakdown. He dropped his cigarette and walked

frowned, looking displeased.

see the rush of emotions in his eyes Emptiness, sorrow,

would be in Chris’s eyes must be

sorts of gossip about the Hart family, in Stephanie’s, Carlin and Chris’s favor of

heard Stephanie say that, the pain in his eyes grew deeper. “Plead?” That word carried endless pain for him Stephanie raised her eyebrows. “No, not pleading. Are you trying to threaten me, suppress me?”

it was the Hart family or Chris, when they asked Stephanie to spare Olivia–they didn’t plead. They directly suppressed her. They used many tactics during that time.

Closing his eyes,

eyebrows, silently watching Chris, with Ella’s past gossip flashing through her mind. Ella mentioned that Chris had kicked over a flowerpot at the entrance of the Hart residence

I’m really

apology made her raise an eyebrow,

couldn’t continue. Too much had happened since last night, and his mind was a mess. After leaving the