My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 25 She is My Woman

Brian came with a number of bodyguards in black. He looked at Sylvie, " Sylvie, where do you want to

take Mila?"

Sylvie stopped her pace, "Brian, did you know I would come?"

"Sylvie, I really don't know how you find Mila here, but we grew up together, so I know you. You are

smart, I have to keep my eyes on you, so took people waiting here for you. You really didn't let me

down."

Sylvie looked at Brian, "Mila just vomited blood. Although I used a needle, she needed to be sent to the

hospital. We talk later, OK?"

Sylvie’s beautiful eyes were bright, with intelligence in it. Brian shook his head, "Sylvie, I don't know

what idea in your mind. I can ask someone to send Mila to the hospital, but you have to stay to finish

our deal.

Sylvie twisted her eyebrow. Obviously, she did not have a room to say no now.

Two men in black came forward to take Mila into the car. Brian held Sylvie’s arm and dragged her to

the house.

After closing the door, Brian directly pushed Sylvie on the bed.

Sylvie wanted to get up, but Brian pressed her two restless wrists to the top of her head, and then

reached out to unbutton her clothes.

Sylvie closed her eyes and endured not to make a voice or resist, "Brian, I can't escape. You let me go

first, you hurt me."

The girl asked for mercy and her sweet voice became soft. Brian let go of her and began to take off his

coat. "Don't play tricks with me. I don't want to hurt you."

Sylvie raised her hands to help him take off his clothes.

There was scarlet around the corners of Brian's eyes. In his mind, the girl was his bride and belonged

to him.

In recent years, he had dated many girlfriends, including Daisy, but when he was in frenzy, he thought

of her.

Brian reached out and lifted the veil from her face.

At the moment when his hand was about to touch the veil, Sylvie’s eyes became cold and her silver

needle in her hand pierced the back of Brian's neck.

But Brian grabbed her hand. "I know you too well, Sylvie. Can you fool me with your little antics?"

Sylvie sneered, "Oh, really?"

The next second she bent her knee and hit hard into Brian's pants.

Brian gave a groan of pain and cold sweat.

Sylvie pushed him away forcibly and ran away.

Brian's handsome face had become dark and ferocious. He hated her cheating and betraying him

most. He strode and pulled Sylvie into his arms, bowed his head and kissed her face, "Don't provoke

me, Sylvie! I have said you are mine, your heart, your body, all belong to me!"

Sylvie struggled to push and shove, avoiding his kiss. This man was not the Brian she knew. He had

just come out from Daisy’s bed, and now he wanted to climb to her bed, which made her feel very

nauseated.

"Brian, get away and don't touch me!"

At this time outside suddenly sounded a strange voice, and then the door of the house was kicked

open.

The great sound was accompanied by a soul-stirring rage. The cold wind outside instantly blew in. A

deep magnetic voice was heard, "Take away your dirty hands, let her go.”

Sylvie lifted her eyes and saw a tall figure at the door. Kieran was here.

Kieran just came back. He dressed in a formal suit, white shirt and tie. The well-fitted black suit and the

black overcoat made her look elegant and noble with a high spirit over his body.

Brian saw Kieran. He had not seen Kieran, so he did not know him.

But when Kieran's narrow eyes fell on his hand clasping in Sylvie's waist, Brian felt numbness in his

scalp and unconsciously released his hand.

At this time, Felix clapped his hands and ran over, "Kieran, I have fixed those people."

His familiar person came. Brian was surprised to see Felix. Felix was like a little overlord in H City, so

everyone knew him.

At this time Rowan walked over slowly. Obviously just now he didn't move, but came in after Felix took

care of those people. His black eyes fixed at Brian coldly with some fun, "Brian, we come over to rob

her, so let her go."

Brian was surprised to see Felix and when seeing Rowan of the George family, there was like huge

wave in his heart.

He met the people from the Holland family and the George family today. And who was this man? Brian

looked at Kieran.

Kieran did not pay attention to Brian but strode to Sylvie.

Sylvie t didn't know why he came back so early. When he kicked the door open, she was still held by

Brian, and now her clothes were messy, which made her feel very embarrassed.

Sylvie stretched out her hand to cover her collar.

Kieran looked at the girl's lowering eyelashes. He said in a low voice, "You didn't tell him whose woman

you are?"

Sylvie’s fingers curled, like a child scolded by the teacher.

Kieran stretched out his hand to hold her horizontally and walked to the door.

Brian had never seen such a great man at H City. The man, accompanied by the Young Masters of the

Holland family and the George family, he must be rich and powerful. Besides, he was cold and violent

that a superior should be. He was dangerous.

"Who are you?" Brian asked, looking at Kieran’s back.

Kieran did not stop his footsteps, but hooked his lips and sneered, "She is my woman. If things like this

happen again, you will know who I am naturally.” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

As words fell, Kieran and Sylvie’s figures disappeared in his sight.

Brian clenched his fist. He was arrogant, but...

Brian quickly thought of one possibility that this man might be the legendary business man who made

great achievement since his teenagers... Kieran Lowe?

How was that possible?

How could Sylvie be related to a powerful man Kieran?

However, what was it about Rowan and Felix? What was it about Rolls Royce of the Dorsett Hotel?

What was it about the most honorable several men in H City came here to take her away?

How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

...

Sylvie was held into the lengthened version of the luxury business car by Kieran. Kieran sat in the back

seat, and she was sitting in his arms.

Sylvie suddenly thought of Mila and said, "Mila..."

"She had been sent to the hospital."

Sylvie looked at the man, who was looking at her.