Pay For Lovely Me

Chapter 12 Let Go Of My Mother

She didn't stop or answer. She froze, but continued to walk into his room and run the bath water for

him.

"The water is ready. What are you wearing? I'll prepare it for you."

When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that Hans was sitting in the sofa with a lighted cigarette

between his fingers, but he didn't smoke. He just lowered his hand on the end table.

She had completely calmed down, and her voice returned to indifference. She walked towards him and

glanced at the white jade ashtray under his hand. There was no ash in it, but can see a light blue

pattern in it clearly.

Hearing her words, Hans, who had been slightly lowering his eyes, coldly looked up at her for a

second, but did not answer her question.

The next moment, he stubbed the cigarette out ruthlessly and threw it into the ashtray.

Seeing him striding into the bathroom, Celia pursed her lips slightly. After hesitating for a while, she

turned around and walked into the cloakroom. She found a set of pajamas of a cabinet from full of the

high-end and famous brands. The fabric was extremely soft in her hand. She opened the cabinet next

to it and took out an underwear from it. She felt a little uncomfortable when she did these things.

Although she had done countless mental construction for herself, telling herself to treat him as the man

she liked. But that hateful man seemed to always provoke her on purpose, and the disgust in his eyes Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

made her unable to ignore it.

She tried her best to find the clothes for him as soon as possible. Then she gently knocked on the

bathroom door. Hans's low voice came from inside "bring it in!"

Her heart skipped a beat inexplicably.

She took a deep breath and gently twisted the cold doorknob. The bathroom door slowly opened in

front of her, and a faint steam pervaded. Her sight unintentionally touched a robust and lean figure, her

face instantly flushed and her heart raced.

"I put them here."

She glanced at the hanger against the door and said in an imperceptible nervous voice.

Jim drove the car in the night and headed for the downtown.

Just now, Hans called him to get some medicine back, but before he could react, Hans added "Come

back in an hour. Go to get it from Allen."

He frowned slightly. Hans must want to use it for Celia, the woman who had signed the contract in

anger this afternoon.

He had spent the whole afternoon with her and had a good impression of her. He thought she was a

clean and pure woman. Although she trade herself to Hans, she shouldn't suffered such a humiliation.

Soaked in the bathtub, Hans looked a little lazy. Just now, when Celia was pouring water into the

bathroom, he called Jim to take something. Thinking of her stiff and unresponsive body just now, his

deep eyes inadvertently darkened.

A layer of coldness surged in his eyes. He lowered his eyes, and his slender fingers gently touched the

position of his left chest. Under his fingers, there was a long but clear scar. The hatred in his heart

seemed to spread from this position, and gradually became strong, gradually replacing the laziness on

his face. His gaze turned fierce.

Closing her eyes gently, a helpless and resentful voice sounded in the depths of his memory "Let go of

my mother! You bastard! Let go of my mother!"

It was a night that he dared not recall easily. In a shabby rental house, the little boy was crying and

shouted in anger

"You bastard! How dare you stab me with a knife!"

The man cursed angrily. Then enduring the pain, he pulled out the fruit knife from his waist, grabbed

the little boy, raised the knife and stabbed it into the boy's chest.

The little boy gritted his teeth and his face turned pale with pain, but he never snorted.

"Hans!"

When the bright red blood spread out, a shrill cry came from the woman's mouth. The sound was

pathetic and desperate.

Taking a deep breath, his handsome face looked gloomy.

This was what Ned owed, and it should be paid by his whole family!

Celia awoke from her dream and sat up instinctively.

It was already dawn when she opened her eyes. The beige floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked out the light

outside, and the room was a little cool.

She changed her clothes and walked out of the room. When she passed his room, she stopped

subconsciously and listened to the movements in the room, but there was silence.