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."

knew Nicole's whereabouts like the back of

Zayn again. From his eyes, Nicole did not read any anger or other emotions, only sadness

"Alright."

Nicole felt inexplicable heartbroken.

it was like to

cliff in Bordeaux, Nicole wished she were dead. Now that she saw Zayn like this,

Pedro

this was true, such a pain would be so

so scared that she got down to stop

an arrow that was

emotion. She leaned against the window and watched everything outside going back while

he was

proud man and had never suffered

Who schemed against Samuel?

and now

drove to his

"Get off."

froze for a moment. It was not a wise choice to enter an apartment with a man who

and followed Zayn into

the strong

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

opened it, then bent

silently but

unfocused as if he took Nicole as someone else. There was a trace of longing in his eyes, which

"Pedro's death..."

worry, I won't cause him

Nicole was going to say, so he spoke

Nicole was somewhat relieved.

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

me? Or

Nicole and said

didn't know how to answer it properly, so she just

feel like they punched on the cotton and their effort

whispered, "Please get me some water.

agreed and poured him a cup of warm

it, he suddenly

This sentence astounded Nicole.

there were rumors, there was no evidence. Now that she heard it from Zayn, Nicole

need

want to talk to

she didn't know what to say. She just sat beside him and poured herself

body and when Zayn was driving fast just now, he didn't notice that

from the pain. She twitched

in great sorrow and did

to be lost

and I met in a slum. Do you know what

Zayn did not need her

curled into a smile. The smile was so

people think of slum as a place for low-class people, and that's true. There, 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

it was when those words were spoken by two people in the slum? But 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