My Mysterious Husband

The shadow's head shook a little, his straight back became bent and his voice became slightly hoarse. He put on an air of being frightened and stammered, "You…who are you? I don't know you."

Kerry approached step by step. His eyes fixed on the shadow and said coldly, "Gavin, stop pretending, do you think you can fool me with a little trick?"

The shadow kept his head down, his eyes were invisible, full of fear though. Then he retorted, "You recognized the wrong person. I am not the one you mentioned."

"Really?" Kerry stopped more than a meter away from the shadow. "If you're not Gavin, what are you doing outside Ye's villa in the middle of the night? Enjoy the scenery? "

"I…I'm just a tramp. I sleep wherever I go. I happened to walk by Ye's house today and I'm too lazy to move anymore. I didn't expect to..."

"Well, what a great make-up story. Unfortunately, I don’t believe a single word of it. Let me see your face. " Kerry's voice was harsh and ruthless.

The shadow stepped back a few, seemingly very timid, and shook his head constantly, "No, you'd better not watch it. My face has been injured and I don’t want people to see it."

"Of course you don't want people to see it. You're afraid I'll recognize you," Kerry said sarcastically.

The shadow, with head still lowering down, said hoarsely, "We don't know each other at all. How can I be afraid that you will recognize me?"

look up, let me see you then."

nine beams of light shed on the shadow, lighting him up

that he was very tall, about 1.8 meters or above. His

and down, and the speculation

Kerry said in

Then, the beams of light followed his

shadow said, his face had been injured, and it was quite a serious injury. This face could hardly be called a face. It was like that it had been bitten and gnawed by something, leaving a hole. The whole facial

not as deep and insidious as imagined, but

do we know each other?" The man asked gloomily, with his horrible face, making

tramp, how can there be a tramp dressed in such clean and

the shadow sneered. "Who says tramps

"What about your luggage? Where do you sleep on such a cold

man’s face, or maybe there

tramp, naturally, l

and his eyes keeping scanning him. A few seconds later, Kerry laughed, "But I’ve always been preferring to kill wrong than to let go. Since you

man said angrily, "Do you know there are