Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

"Evelyn, I..."

Tim wanted to explain, but Evelyn threw something in front of him and her expression became even uglier.

Somehow, Tim's heart skipped a beat.

'Was my wife angry?' He thought.

"What... what's wrong?"

Tim was a little nervous with fear.

Wasn't it fun?

He was a playboy who slept around with different women, yet he actually was afraid of his wife instead of Nicole now?

Tim felt a little depressed when he realized this, but he didn't care much about it.

Evelyn also told a trace of worry and panic from Tim's voice. Only then did her unkind expression ease slightly.

"Look at it. Look at what you've done!"

Evelyn gritted her teeth when saying every single word, wishing she could tear Tim apart.

Tim was a little puzzled. He rubbed his nose and thought to himself, 'I have been behaving myself lately.'

Suddenly, he thought of Martha.

He went to see Martha a few days ago without telling Evelyn. Could it be the thing Evelyn was angry about?

Tim somewhat felt uneasy.

"Evelyn, I..."

"Take a look at it first."

Evelyn walked past him and picked up a glass of water.

Tim was nervous, and he hurried to take over the photo that Evelyn showed him, and then he suddenly became gloomy.

He knew Viola in the photo. But who was the woman beside Viola?

Why did she look so familiar?

"Can't you remember her? Didn't you just sponsor her to go to college?"

Evelyn sounded envious, depressing Tim.

"Evelyn, I just wanted to do a good deed."

"Of course you did. Your kindness caused much misery to Nicole."

Evelyn snorted coldly and continued, "Can't you recall her name?"

Tim really didn't remember her name.

"Her name is..."

"FERNANDA!"

When Evelyn said this name out, Tim finally recalled something.

"Yes, you're right. Fernanda. But why was she together with Viola?"

Tim frowned.

a look when Evelyn stopped him here. Now that he saw the photo of

she want to

Tim was vexed.

Fernanda

paid for her education, but she repaid his kindness by teaming up with Viola to hurt his

saw the anger in Tim's eyes, and the unkindness on

There are many people around her. She doesn't need us. I think we need to find out the mastermind behind this matter. Maybe Fernanda gave something to Viola. Now, I am

words, Tim's hostility

"I will kill her."

to find out where she

Evelyn was depressed.

information, but they were unable to find Fernanda's whereabouts. And they did not

uncomfortable now that she found out Fernanda was the mastermind

really a pain in

was thinking things

had happened to Nicole. Luckily, his new wife,

really nice

Tim was really moved.

knew that

she was jealous of a college student he had sponsored. He even thought that,

a poor student, had really hit him in

was very angry with

I know where

moment she heard

said that you had nothing

Evelyn stood up immediately.

I didn't take it into heart because I don't think I will have anything to do with her. You just reminded me of it.

Tim really hated Fernanda.

She really got something.

her address on purpose when she managed to win Tim's sympathy with her life story, because she knew

This didn't feel good.

had never expected this to come. He was speculative all his life, and now he got

dealt with all kinds of women. Today, he was actually tricked by such a

could just not take the

hated Fernanda

'What a good Fernanda!'

precautious, but hadn't noticed that the

otherwise, she would never

to steal

Nicole.

"I'll go with you."

"What will you do if Fernanda agree to tell you the name of the poison on the prerequisite that you

she

knew how important Nicole was to

Nicole, because Nicole meant a lot to Tim. Evelyn cared about anyone important to

the same time, Evelyn was somehow worried because he cared

feelings for Tim. If she did make

Tim had been together lately, and Nicole was indeed the

sure about what she would get from

for Evelyn's question. He

frightened

She might not ask about it at all. Let's go. Hurry up. Don't wait any longer. Nicole's safety is most

lead

was in

his arms. He said in a low but firm