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."

like the back of his

eyes, Nicole did not read any anger or other emotions, only sadness and

"Alright."

Nicole felt inexplicable heartbroken.

was like to lose

Nicole wished she were dead. Now that she saw Zayn like this, she couldn't help but

and Pedro

true, such a pain would be

that she got down to stop him, but she was

car sped away like an arrow that

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

wondered how he was

always been a proud man and had never suffered such

Who schemed against Samuel?

and

his apartment

"Get off."

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

the seat belt and followed Zayn into

and the strong

on the ground. Smoke filled the

walked to the window and opened it, then bent down to

at her silently but did

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

"Pedro's death..."

not Samuel. Don't worry, I

to say, so he spoke before

Nicole was somewhat relieved.

know I can't change anything, but I

you comforting me? Or sympathizing with

and

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

feel like they punched on the cotton and their

whispered, "Please get me some water. Thank

agreed and poured him a

took it, he suddenly

This sentence astounded Nicole.

no evidence. Now that she heard it from Zayn,

need to say

just want to talk to

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

was driving fast just now, he didn't notice that Nicole's

She twitched

immersed in great sorrow and did not pay attention to

be

slum. Do you know what a slum looks

that Zayn did not need

smile. The smile was

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

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 hunger and hardship, and finally got a place in the entertainment industry. I told myself