My dear lawyer

Chapter 222 A night of terror

"When did you get hurt here?"

Vivian took advantage of the moment, she suddenly broke away from his confinement, and her reason

all returned to her head. She held the sheet tightly, repressed the impulse to scream and pretended not

to care.

"What kind of injury? You see it wrong. I only have a burn scar on my thigh."

She almost exposed that scar when she had Roe, she was really too careless.

William's strong upper body slowly straightened, and his beautiful thick eyebrows wrinkled. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"When did you have a burn scar on your thigh? Vivian, are you hiding something from me?"

Vivian was frightened to death by William. The sheet she held had been soaked in a small piece.

However, she did not dare to relax. Now she was only afraid and nervous.

She had insisted on this step. She must not let William know the existence of Roe, "William, I don't

know what you are talking about. Now there is no light in the room. Can you guarantee that you are

right?"

What Vivian said was reasonable. William really couldn't ensure that where he touched was that

sensitive place, but the reaction of Vivian was too abnormal, "Turn on the light."

Vivian listened to William's low and hoarse voice. She was alert. He must not be allowed to turn on the

lights. Fortunately, the small apartment was her territory, and she knew the layout of the rooms.

She didn't care what William would think. She just wanted to escape. She was wrapped in a quilt and

pretended to be calm and said, "William, you know that I'm not your slave now. I don't need you to

check that part. You're crazy."

With this, Vivian had opened the wardrobe and quickly drew out her underwear. She didn't care

whether William would see it and wore it directly on her body, and she pulled out a skirt and put it on

her head.

Although there was no light in the room, the moonlight was refracted through the window. William could

barely see what Vivian was doing. After only a few minutes, she had been dressed up, and her eager

appearance confirmed his mind.

The low voice slowly spoke, "Vivian, you can't escape."

Vivian's heartbeat was rapid. Her thin figure was close to the cabinet door. Through the dim moonlight,

she could see that man who was like a God was walking towards herself step by step.

It was like being seized by the throat when he approached. As if she opened her mouth, her heart

would jump out of her chest.

She said with trembling voice, "William, don't come here. I have nothing to say to you. I will not appear

in front of you and Angie. I just want a way to live."

A way for her to live with Roe, that's all.

William stopped, because of the sad begging in her words, and he was like being hit by a punch in his

heart, which made his heart ache. Is she so eager to leave himself and stay with John?

In the past four years, no matter in terms of money or material, he didn't feel that there was anything

wrong with her. Ironically, before he said the end, the woman could not wait to be in the arms of

another man.

But she had no right to refuse if he didn't say it's over.

"The way to live, right?"

Vivian listened to his voice of thinking, and her stiff back was tensed unconsciously. She didn't think

that William was going to be merciful and let her go. She had seen too much of this man in the past

four years.

"William, I beg you."

This was the second time that she begged him today. Every time she asked him, she wanted to leave

him. She insisted on being frank, which was not like her action that she had endured in front of Angie.

Or this kind of character was the real weakness with the stubborn that she did not realize.

As he spoke, William had come to her. In her frightened eyes, he slowly bent down his forced posture

and leaned against her ear. His deep voice was rarely gentle, but he was extremely cruel, "You have no

right to end this game, Vivian."

The pupils of Vivian suddenly constricted, her eyes were full of water with light spot, as if the next

second her tears would fall from her eyes.

In his eyes, their four years of getting along with each other is just a non-essential game?