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?"

let me see

words fell, eight or nine beams of light shed on the shadow, lighting him up brightly.

Although the shadow bent his back, it could be seen that he was very tall, about 1.8 meters or above. His clothes were very ordinary,

checked him up and down, and the speculation in his heart was

up." Kerry said in a shrill voice.

The shadow hesitated for a moment, and slowly raised his head. Then, the beams of light followed his face. Kerry and almost everyone's heart

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

as imagined, but too turbid to see what

man asked gloomily, with his horrible face, making people uncontrollably have chills.

you are a tramp, how can there be a tramp dressed in such clean and tidy clothes?"

sneered. "Who says tramps have to be dressed

luggage? Where do you sleep on

There was no expression on the man’s face, or maybe there was, but Kerry and others

naturally, l sleep where I

"That sounds so," said Kerry, walking around the man 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 bumped into me today,

the bodyguards answered, the man said angrily, "Do you know there