A Fateful Antidote

Martin obviously didn’t understand what Wilfred was saying. He turned to Lorry and smiled flirtatiously. “Your young master doesn’t understand a woman’s heart. It’s boring to be with him. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll take you out to play mahjong once in a while and give you a rich life.”

As he spoke, he wanted to take off Lorry’s cap and see her face clearly. Lorry had already felt the movement of Martin’s hand. She leaned back in the chair, propped herself up on the sofa handle, and then jumped into the air. As the chair fell to the floor, she landed firmly behind Wilfred. Lorry looked at Martin coldly. Her cap was still on her head.

The room was silent again. There was only the sound of Wilfred’s fingers tapping on the handle of the sofa, in a regular and unhurried rhythm.

Martin was already stunned. He was only half joking. How could he touch Wilfred’s girl? Of course, if Wilfred was willing to give him Lorry, he would be more than happy to accept. But he hadn’t expected this little girl to react so violently. By the way, how did she dodge him?

Martin stopped making fun of Lorry. He shook his head with a bitter smile, “There are always top guys around the young master.”

Wilfred returned to his cold and noble attitude. He slowly stood up and said with some tiredness, “It’s late. I’m going back now. Come out and play next time.”

When Barack saw that Wilfred was about to leave, he quickly reminded his brother, “Hey Wilfred, my brother has something that needs your help. Can you do him a favor?”

Wilfred turned to Carl. Barack pushed him and reminded him, “Talk to Wilfred about it.

Carl didn’t dare ask Wilfred for help. His mind was haunted by the words “Who the hell are you? You wanna die?” that Wilfred had shouted at him that night.

He wanted to die today.

Wilfred saw that Carl didn’t dare to say a single word and didn’t stop his steps. He said to Barack meaningfully, “Even if a loach gets wet, it can’t treat itself as seafood.

With that, he ignored Carl and walked out. Lorry pursed her lips, finding it hard to believe that such an elegant man could be so mean when he cursed someone.

After leaving the courtyard, Wilfred walked ahead of Lorry. He was tall with long legs. His hands were in the pockets of his white casual trousers. The rockery, the stream, the suspension bridge, the stone table, and the moonlight with its soft glow had created a setting. Walking in, Wilfred looked cold as frost and clean without dust.

Lorry followed behind and watched him in silence. She had never seen such a handsome man before. It was different from Samuel’s gentle, Patric’s aggressive good looks, or Antony’s sharp features.

The man in front of her was handsome. Every move he made could be a picture. Lorry never suppressed her appreciation for beautiful things.

Probably someone had the same thoughts with her. Suddenly a woman appeared in front of them and fell towards Wilfred.