My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

"Aren't you leaving yet? Or do you need my bodyguard to 'escort' you out?" Harley said.

Lornell's father was taken aback, immediately looking around as if he was deeply afraid that the Hart family's bodyguards would suddenly appear.

"Hmm?" Harley's nasal voice deepened, his hand about to lift, causing Lornell's father to hurriedly step back.

"Hmph, just you wait!" said Lornell's father, before turning around and leaving.

Harley turned to look at a pale-faced Calvert. His eyes were clouded with a misty haze, his complexion as white as paper. Despite his towering stature, he seemed incredibly fragile at that moment. Harley pursed his lips, "Let's go into your house first."

We're already at his doorstep, it would be better to go in and have a chat.

Calvert bit his lip and nodded.

poured it into a cup, and then put it in the

drink first," she suggested, sensing that Calvert needed to calm his emotions at the

cup but didn't drink. He just held it, staring at the milk

noticing the slight tremble of the cup in

his hand was shaking, which

Why is your hand shaking so much?" Harley grabbed

looked up at her. Yes, his hands were shaking badly. Because at this moment, he was scared. Scared that she would misunderstand him, and scared that he was

initiative to speak, as if she had guessed his thoughts. He bit his lip, and after a while, his

"If you were really scheming, do you think I'd still be going into your house and

rested on the back of his. "So, you don't need to worry about anything. I haven't misunderstood. I know very well, you

after you to tell you that you're the one I like, the one I love now. When I broke off the engagement, I never intended to

a relationship