It Was You

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to be careful? The wound is open... " Kevin muttered as he raised his head, "What the hell did you do last night? …… Can't you just put up with it? "

Early in the morning, he saw the ultimate public display of affection. Kevin's resentment was about to break out of the sky.

He knew everything. Why did she have to be so crazy?

Did his master have a special hobby?

Cassandra held her sore waist with one hand and glared at Kevin, "I asked you to deal with the wound again. Don't talk so much nonsense. Believe it or not, I'll cut your tongue!"

Kevin was speechless.

Damn it! What did the two of them do last night? Why did his sister-in-law seem to be completely different in the early morning!

On the other hand, it was rare that Martin didn't lose his temper today. He sat quietly aside as a sculpture, but his eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.

'What does the master look like?'

Of course, what Kevin didn't know was that Martin had been regretting since last night. After all, the wound in Cassandra's hand did open...

He was too impulsive last night. After enduring for so many years, he thought he had good self-control, and in fact, it was true. But he forgot that Cassandra was not within his control.

After all, he was not strong willed enough.

Kevin skillfully dealt with the wound, changed the medicine and cleared his throat, "Well, I'll say it again. Sister-in-law's wound is very serious. Don't do strenuous exercise... Damn it! What are you doing, Cassandra? "

Cassandra picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at him. 'Is he blind? Why does he keep mentioning it? Fucking strenuous exercise. Believe it or not, I'll kill you now!'

With a look of a survivor of a disaster, Kevin managed to avoid the teacup thrown over. He hid behind Carlos, grabbed the clothes behind Carlos with both hands, revealing half of his head. He added, "If the wound reopens again, don't blame me if it leaves a scar!"

This time, Cassandra picked up the expensive tea plate on the table. Kevin sprang up and ran away as if he was running for his life.

his arm and

rubbed his bruised arm and said, "Cassandra, this

out on Cassandra's forehead,

between her eyebrows speechlessly. Did these two bastards come to make trouble for her on

"I'm sorry." said Martin.

Cassandra looked up at Martin and blurted out,

What happened last night...

Damn it! Forget it!

she had experienced last

on his chiseled face. "It's my fault for not being careful enough

you stop talking about what happened

had sworn to be masculine, actually... 'Damn it! How can I go out and see

pursed his lips

a deep breath, as if she was ready to risk everything, "I don't believe

"Yes." replied Martin.

her mouth and scratched her head irritably, "By

hand. I won't

she couldn't indulge his idea. If he didn't go to work because of her injury, it was

a ferocious stare, "No,

that her hand might be injured. If it was touched by someone in

that Cassandra would go to the company to vent her

male colleagues in the company were

out a scream of

Martin to control him!

control him? I'm so worried that I'm going to

before! Give back my gentle

thousand letter written in blood, please take him away,