Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

"Watch out!"

Olivia broke out in cold sweat and grabbed the handle in the car. Nicole's face was somewhat pale and cold sweat oozed out of her forehead.

Ashley was composed, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Nicole braked. The screech was terrifyingly ear-piercing.

The cars almost crashed, but they finally stopped with a very close distance between them.

Nicole's heart beat wildly. Before she could calm down, the door of the Ferrari opened.

Zayn, dressed in a white suit, walked out of the Ferrari and knocked on the door of Nicole's car.

Nicole's heart skipped a beat.

Ever since she found out that the person who died was Zayn's assistant, Nicole had been wondering when Zayn would find her. Now, before she got on the plane, Zayn had come to her. Although she was not surprised, Nicole still frowned.

"Get out of the car. Let's talk."

Zayn's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like he wasn't in a good mood.

Olivia grabbed Nicole and whispered, "You can't go. What if he goes mad and kills you? Don't forget that you're still injured."

However, Nicole knew that she had to go. No matter what, his assistant was dead, and out of conscience, she had to go meet him.

"I'd better go. I have to give Zayn an explanation. And if he wants to accuse Samuel, there will be nothing we can do. Right now, the most important thing is to resolve the misunderstanding."

As Nicole spoke, she unbuckled her seat belt.

Olivia was anxious.

"Don't be stupid, okay? It's a misunderstanding. How can you resolve it with just a few words? Look how Zayn is like! He can't wait to kill people. It will be useless to go out talk to him and you'd better wait until we get back to Seapolis City."

Ashley coughed and said, "Nicole will take care of this herself. Don't worry about her."

Olivia was immediately irritated.

"What kind of doctor are you? It's not like you don't know her current condition."

"Alright, stop arguing. Wait here."

Nicole got out of the car in disregard of everyone's opinions.

Zayn had a strong smell of tobacco, which made Nicole's throat itch.

She subconsciously pinched her nose and heard Zayn whisper, "Let's talk alone."

"Okay."

Nicole agreed.

"Where to talk?"

"In my car! Don't worry, I won't delay you from boarding the plane."

back of his hand, which surprised

Zayn again. From his eyes, Nicole did not read any anger

"Alright."

Nicole felt inexplicable heartbroken.

was like to

the cliff in Bordeaux, Nicole wished she were dead. Now that she saw Zayn like this, she couldn't

and Pedro had

true, such a pain would be so

scared that she got down to stop him, but

an

against the window and watched everything outside

wondered how he was

man

Who schemed against Samuel?

Major, and now there

to his

"Get off."

was not a wise choice to enter an apartment with a man who was obviously hostile to her, but Nicole had no other

and followed Zayn into the

in a mess, and the strong smell of smoke made Nicole

wine bottles on the ground. Smoke filled the entire room and her vision was

it, then bent down

looked at her silently

someone else. There was a trace of longing in his eyes, which distressed

"Pedro's death..."

I

knew what Nicole was going to say, so he spoke before

Nicole was somewhat relieved.

know I can't change anything, but I still have

me?

Nicole and said with a sharp

sudden questioning. She didn't know how to answer it properly, so

would feel like they punched on the cotton and their effort would leave

get

him a cup of warm

Zayn took it, he suddenly said, "Pedro

This sentence astounded Nicole.

evidence. Now that she heard it from Zayn,

need to

want to talk to

know what to say. She just sat beside him and

her body and when Zayn was driving fast just now, he didn't notice that Nicole's back hit

the pain. She twitched and had to drink some warm water

was immersed in great sorrow and did not pay attention

be lost in

and I met in a slum. Do you

did not

smile. The smile was

many people couldn't even feed themselves. I was chased down and had to flee to there. I stayed there for three days without food or water and was almost starved to death. It was Pedro who gave me his food and told

I agreed. From the moment Pedro gave me his food, I knew he was the one who was sincere to me. He and I left the slum, escaped the hunt, survived hunger and hardship, and finally got a place in the entertainment industry. I told myself that