My Sweet Lawyer Wife

Peter was terrified to hear about Adriana in the secret room and thought she had really made a fool of herself by doing something so dangerous.

Now, hearing her explanation, the man couldn’t help himself, his fingers threaded between her dark hair, smoothing her long hair, “Whether it’s true or not, you can’t do that in the future.”

“Hmm.”

Adriana leaning in his arms, smile of relief, a hanging heart finally fell, “honey, you can heal so good, the future … have you cover, there will be no one to bully me.”

She knows her current situation and knows that she may encounter more danger later, but no matter what, as long as she has Peter to protect her, Adriana’s heart is at ease.

“Silly girl.”

The man murmured tenderly.

“Eh, right.”

Adriana suddenly thought of something, immediately sat up straight and turned sideways to Peter and said, “That day in the secret room, it was Archie who helped me, and Ruth overworked herself to save you and went straight into a coma.”

She still doesn’t understand why the Archie’s saved her, or even what the two people were thinking, which is elusive.

“Well, Jackson told me all about it.”

Peter eyes ahead, thick eyebrows lightly knitted, a little gloom emerged between the brows, “Perhaps, the answer you should ask them personally.”

Peter did not give Adriana an exact answer.

The bell must be untied.

She should go to Ruth and ask for clarification, maybe to find out why.

“I thought about it, but I was waiting for you. When you get better, we’ll go there together.” Adriana said.

Two weeks later.

Peter’s body is back to normal, standing in front of the floor mirror and changing his clothes, he is radiant, glowing, as in the old days when we first met, as cool and precious, unattainable.

He stood erect, tailor-made treasure blue suit set off his sturdy, handsome and elegant, with the innate nobility of the superior, not angry.

Despite being with Peter for many years, I have to say that he is really handsome.

Not just superficially in the handsome features, but the kind of hands that exudes the elegance of an aristocratic gentleman.

Adriana walked behind him, wrapped her arms around the man’s waist and stomach, leaned against his solid back, rubbed against him as if pampered, then inclined her head to look at the two in the floor mirror, pursed her lips and smiled, “What good thing did I do in my last life to make me meet you, do you think?”

I really think it is a blessing to meet Peter in three lifetimes.

The man’s long fingers are finishing his tie, holding the tie knot upwards, and then straightening the collar of his black shirt, before he raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.

Turning to take Adriana’s hand, he wrapped his large palm around her waist and brought it towards his heels, “Really, and how would you like to thank me?”

The man wrapped one hand around her waist, hooked her chin with the other, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

A kiss that makes your heart beat faster and you can’t help but sink into the whirlpool of love.

The two men stepped back until they retreated to the edge of the bed and lay down in obedience.

The man propped one hand on Adriana’s side and looked down at the small woman, “Adriana, are you ready?”

He asked in a soft voice.

The voice is soft like the trickle of a mountain stream, pleasant to the ear.

Adriana’s little face flushed, “I … well …”

Before she could finish a sentence, she was kissed by Peter leaning down.

Knock Knock-

Just as the two were about to do something, but there was a sudden knock at the door.

A few rings, the two did not stop, but the knocking on the door became more and more urgent and distracting.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Peter kissed Adriana’s movements paused, slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them again when the pupils were cold and cold.

“Boss, is it in?”

Outside the door, Jackson called.

“Damn.”

Peter held back the anger in his heart, large palm rubbed Adriana’s cheek, quite a bit of helplessness.

Adriana saw a pained and stifled expression on Peter’s face and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“How dare you laugh at me? See how I’ll clean you up later.”

Peter gave Adriana’s cheek a punishing pinch, got up and straightened his slightly disheveled suit, striding over to the door and pulling it open.

This kid, he better have something important to report, otherwise, he’s dead.

“What’s wrong?”

Peter, with one hand on the door frame and one hand in his suit pants pocket, gazed at Jacksonwith cold eyes and questioned.

“boss, just now …”

Jackson was about to say something when he suddenly noticed that his boss’s face was not right, and his cold face was flooded with an abnormal red.

Is this anger?

He wondered if the young lady was angry with the boss again, and inclined his head to look inside when he saw Peter move slightly, blocking Jackson’s line of sight.

Rin chilly gloomy gaze shot over, eyes full of stern killing atmosphere.

Jackson gulped in fear, shit, it seems to come at the wrong time, interrupting the good things of the own boss.

Jackson smiled fawningly, “Hey, hey, hey, boss, I have something important for you.”

He first explained the situation, after all, he disturbed the boss’s good mood, look at the boss that look hate to want to get him killed.

“Say.”

Peter’s face was as cold as frost.

“Just got word that Prince Motril and William will be arriving in Obren this afternoon,” Jackson said hurriedly.

“Got it.” Peter responded.

“boss, that …”

Jackson stepped forward to further discuss business with Peter, but saw Peter’s tone raised slightly and said, “Get out!”

With that, the bedroom door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

The speed and force almost hit Jackson’s nose, but … the toe was not spared.

“Ow~”

Jackson owled, took a step back, lifted his feet in pain took off his leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet and drew a breath of cold air, “Hiss … Shit, it hurts like hell.”

Jackson’s heart is a grievance, where he knew that Peter and his own little wife in the ambiguous well.

Fuck!

Inside the bedroom, Adriana got up and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror to straighten her clothes, heard a soft whine from outside and couldn’t help but pout, “Is this appropriate for you?”

The man walked up to her, grabbed her wrist, yanked it, and dragged her into his arms with some domineering meaning, “If you disturb me and Adriana, you should be heavily punished.”

Peter smiled, “He’s gone, let’s continue …”

Leaning in, he wanted to kiss Adriana, but Adriana reached up to block his lips, “Stop it, we should go meet Archie and the others.”

More than half a month has passed since the treatment of Peter, but they have not visited Ruth, which is quite sad to say.