Queen Revenge

I met his deep eyes, which reflected a stunned me.

Walker Richter Does he mean by that that he’s into me now?

The distance between like and love can be a stone’s throw away or out of reach.

Looking at his angular profile, and not sure if I was spurred on by his words or what, I actually stroked his chest and asked, “Walker Richter, do you have a heart?”

I don’t believe he has a heart. How could someone like him have a heart.

He could like many women, but he would never fall in love with one.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it tightly against his chest. I could clearly feel his strong and powerful heartbeat, thumping, thumping, every time it passed through my palm and hit me hard, keeping our hearts beating at the same frequency.

“You want to try?”

Before I could react, Walker Richter had leaned in for a kiss.

I seemed to be used to, even addicted to, his kisses.

And this time, he seemed to be showing me the price of letting him fall in love with me by his actions; he didn’t stop, even went wild with his demands, and I was a little kicked up, my head deprived of oxygen and a little groggy, but instead of refusing, I was teased by him with a little anticipation.

We rolled over to the bed, our clothes already in disarray, and just as the last of the city was about to be lost, Kelly Zex’s urgent, panicked voice came from the doorway, “Sir, Young Lady, Little Miss has suddenly thrown up.”

Kelly Zex’s voice snapped me back to reality, and when I realized that I had just nearly pulled it off with Walker Richter, my head was spinning, dumbfounded, and chagrin and loss flooded me at the same time.

“Get out.”

Walker Richter growled in a qualitatively cold voice, and Kelly Zex, knowing that she had interrupted a good thing, ran away in fear.

But Walker Richter had no intention of getting up off of me, and I looked away from him in embarrassment, not daring to look at him, “I’m going to go check on SWEETHEART.”

I don’t need a mirror to know that my cheeks must be scarlet at this moment.

He pressed harder, his voice dark, “Tonight we add a brother or sister to SWEETHEART, something you promised Grandma yourself.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Once a man’s fire is lit, it’s a death sentence if you don’t put it out.

Putting it out is also going to kill people.

What was said during the day, I didn’t expect Walker Richter to know so soon, so I can tell he must have met Mr. Richter’s mother.

If I had been able to do it just a moment ago, I would have been able to do it sparingly, but now that I am sober and my concerns have come to the fore, I don’t have the courage to go on.

Hands against his chest, I looked at him and said, “Walker Richter, it’s not too late to do something when you’ve put this heart in me.”

It’s not the desire I want, it’s the soul that’s in tune with it.

Otherwise I am personally pushing myself into infernal hell.

Walker Richter eyes flashed, the fire was lit, and I could feel the change in his body, the man who can still hold back at this point, there are not many men in the world, I’m afraid.

I was calm on my face, but in my heart I was panicked; I wasn’t sure if the words would make him stop, and if he persisted, what could I do to help him?

Just as I was getting restless, he suddenly got up off of me, “Alva Hill, one day you will be my woman willingly.”

Dropping that comment, Walker Richter turned and went to the bathroom, and I knew he needed to lash out at this point.

I patted my heart in relief and didn’t wait for Walker Richter to come out of the bathroom, picking up my clothes and hurrying to escape.

When I got back to my room, I thought of the hundred different ways I had just almost wiped the floor with a gun and buried my head under the covers to calm down and cool off.

When I’d calmed down, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling with both eyes.

I knew in my heart that the two reasons that allowed me to be able to turn down Walker Richter were that I didn’t want to be diluted and become a tool for his lust, and because he was always Bella Hill’s husband.

The thought of the two of them ever being intimate was too much for me to take that last step.

sweetheart just threw up because she ate too much, and Kelly Zex made a big deal out of it in order to interrupt my good time with Walker Richter.

How scary is a lustful man?

Walker Richter fired Kelly Zex that night and told him to roll with it.

Aunt Lexi’s pleas for mercy didn’t help, and Kelly Zex packed up her things in the middle of the night and left in tears.

I was standing at the second-floor railing when Kelly Zex looked up at me as she walked away, a look of resignation that seemed to tell me she wasn’t going to just admit defeat.

She blames me for the shame of being thrown out today.

And Kelly Zex did become a ticking time bomb shortly thereafter, and she is half responsible for my life going gray.

That was all later.

I slept well this night, even had meandering dreams.

When I woke up in the morning, Walker Richter was already in the dining room having breakfast, I shuffled downstairs and couldn’t look at Walker Richter without remembering last night’s dream.

“Drink the milk.” Walker Richter himself poured a glass of milk and put it in front of me.

I lowered my head and responded, “Uh-huh.”

We had nothing more to say after that, not a goddamned thing changed by last night’s near wipeout.

After breakfast, Walker Richter gave me another pile of information to study.

As a newcomer to the company and with Walker Richter covering me, I was naturally free and didn’t have to work overtime at the office.

After seeing Walker Richter out the door, I suddenly felt more cleared as a secretary than as a supervisor.

I spent the morning at home reading the information, and then in the afternoon I went to see Ulysses Will, figured out how to get his hair, and then sent Ulysses Will’s and sweetheart’s hair to the identification center.

Next, I just have to wait for the results.

I also wonder when the results of the appraisal that Mr. Richter’s mother took of sweetheart’s hair will come back.

Since seeing those two paternity reports in Walker Richter’s office, I’ve been a little skeptical, thinking that Walker Richter’s reports are more reliable than Jane Hasis’ word.

While I was waiting, Martin Mo called and asked me to treat him to dinner, a meal I owed him and couldn’t get away with in any way.

Walker Richter didn’t ask much about the neck wound, and he really believed me when I said I accidentally bumped it.

I had arranged with Martin Mo to have dinner at Kwun Hoi House, but who knows, I had just arrived at Kwun Hoi House and before I could even order the food, Ulysses Will’s side gave me a big poke in the eye.

I got a call from Mr. Richter’s mother that sweetheart was missing and the person who took sweetheart was none other than Ulysses Will.

Mr. Richter’s mother and Fin Wilson decided that Ulysses Will and I had conspired to steal sweetheart.

I just had to leave Martin Mo behind for a while and rush back to Pear orchard, where I saw from the surveillance that sweetheart was indeed taken by Ulysses Will.

I didn’t realize Ulysses Will was so reckless as to come straight to Pear orchard and take his people captive.

Nancy Richter was there, and she questioned in a cold voice, “Bella Hill, come on, where did you take the baby.”

I’m a little confused, the only thing you can see on the surveillance is Ulysses Will taking the baby through the door, sweetheart can’t walk and there’s a babysitter in the house, how did Ulysses Will get in and take the person away?

Instead of answering Nancy Richter, I first asked Aunt Lexi, “Isn’t SWEETHEART home all the time, and aren’t you all too dead to react when someone comes in and steals your child.”

“Bella Hill, are you trying to pass the buck?” Nancy Richter said angrily, “Weren’t you the one who called Aunt Lexi to give the man to Ulysses Will.”

“I’m calling? How is that possible.”

My words just fell, Aunt Lexi hurried to explain: “Young lady, you can not accuse people ah, this is indeed you call, said to take sweetheart out, someone will come to pick up sweetheart, we dare to give sweetheart to that person, the big guys can be heard on the phone, there are call records in it. .”