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.

Harley, familiar with the place, headed straight to the kitchen. He took some milk out of the fridge, poured it into a

drink first," she suggested, sensing that Calvert needed

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

you..." Harley's voice suddenly paused, noticing the slight

was shaking,

going on? Why is your hand shaking so

was scared. Scared that she

I might misunderstand you?" She took the initiative to speak, as if she had guessed his thoughts. He bit his lip, and after a while, his voice hoarse, he said,

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

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

the one I like, the one I

her view, once a relationship