It Was You

In Yan Garden.

Perhaps it was because she got wet in the rain and was frightened, Cassandra had a high fever as soon as she returned to Yan Garden. It was not until the second morning that her fever was barely brought down.

As soon as she had a fever, the entire Yan Garden was turned upside down. Kevin ran back and forth, almost going crazy.

'To be honest, it's just a fever, not a big deal. Master, why are you so nervous?'

He couldn't imagine how nervous Martin would be if Cassandra was going to have a baby!

That scene was too beautiful for him to imagine!

Cassandra didn't expect that she would catch a cold after getting wet in the heavy rain. When she woke up, she saw Martin, who looked pale and haggard in front of the bed and was wrapped in a layer of cold air.

Seeing her wake up, Martin's face softened, and the coldness on his pale face faded away like the tide retreating in an instant. He stared at Cassandra with bloodshot eyes, fearing that it was just his illusion.

Cassandra's head was still dizzy, but she tried her best to keep herself from showing any discomfort. Her slightly dried and morbid pale lips curved slightly. She said in a hoarse voice, "Martin, I'm hungry. I want to eat the porridge you cook."

Martin's back was stiff, like a weathered sculpture. When he heard the girl speak, his suspended heart seemed to come back to his body, and his voice was extremely hoarse. "Okay, wait a moment, I'll make it for you."

He had forgotten that he had been shot in the abdomen and hadn't recovered yet. Last night, he went out in a hurry, with his wound torn apart and oozing blood. Kevin was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Seeing that Martin was losing weight at a visible speed, Cassandra couldn't help but feel sorry for him. But this man had always been responsible for everything by himself. How blind was she in her previous life that she abandoned such a good man and liked that scumbag, Roger?

and he had never shown up in public. Instead, he released some hearsay from time to time, saying that he was doing charity, probably to whitewash

would be grateful. Sometimes, even she felt that life was too strange. Some people clearly broke up with each other yesterday, but today they went separate ways. And

a woman want

being spoiled, or

served it to her. Seeing the green stubble on his chin that hadn't been shaved yet, Cassandra couldn't help

didn't even care about his appearance for her. Martin was no longer as cold and ruthless as he

finished the porridge and moved aside to make room for him. "Martin, you haven't slept

who was willing to do anything for her. She would have

were twined with blood. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He climbed onto the bed

lingering cold air, Cassandra rubbed her head against the man's chest, carefully avoiding

"What?"

I make trouble again and make you

"Okay."

her slender fingers, "I like making trouble so much, and I don't listen

with a touch of ripples in his deep eyes. He said word by word, "I will always like you. You are my

replied," I will always like you, Martin. No matter what happens, you are the only one.

confirmed that the man in his eyes was the

and the others downstairs were so busy that their eyes were almost glued to the stairway. Why

busy making