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.

some milk out of the fridge, poured it into a cup,

suggested, sensing that Calvert needed to

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

Harley's voice suddenly paused, noticing the slight tremble of the cup in

hand was shaking, which

your hand shaking so

she would misunderstand him, and scared that he was just a prop to stir up Cornell's emotions,

speak, as if she had guessed his thoughts. He bit his lip, and after a while, his voice hoarse, he

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

about anything. I haven't misunderstood. I know very well, you love me!" His nose tingled, realizing that she was fully aware of his

I'm not sure how much of my conversation with Lornell you overheard, but I came 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

a relationship