Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Verena didn't argue though she felt a bit sad.

She took the porridge and was about to leave.

As she just left, Susan stood up and handed one of the suitcases to Queenie, "Pack up your belongings. Let's go away!"

"Mom, why?" Queenie was still stuffing herself with food.

"You have heard what the doctor just said! Eight thousand for a single day in the ICU! It cost three hundred thousand a month with the cost of surgery excluded! Perhaps five million couldn't even make it for a whole month!"

Queenie was rendered speechless.

"Now you have two options. First, just stay here. When all the five million is used up, both you and I have to go to get a job! The second option is that we will leave with the money! You can continue to study in college! And I will hire the best piano tutor for you!"

"Anyway, I am leaving! If you want to go with me, just pack up your belongings! If you don't, just stay with that bitch!" Susan said firmly.

When hearing that, Queenie hurried to say, "No, mom, wait! I am leaving with you!"

Of course she didn't want to get a job and live a life in poverty.

After packing up, both of them left.

As Verena reached the hospital, she hurried to walk out of the ward and trotted towards the ward.

However, she happened to bump into someone and then she stumbled down. The container was thrown away and all porridge inside was splashed all over on the ground.

"Wow, Lemuel, what a lucky day!" a mocking voice sounded.

"Shut up." Then another deep and hoarse but sexy voice sounded.

When hearing that, Verena was stunned. She could tell that his voice sounded quite familiar.

Then she raised her head. When seeing the man standing in front of her, she felt like being shocked by a bolt from the blue.

This man was wearing a tailored black suit, which nicely suited his tall and strong body. His face looked so perfect just like a masterpiece of statue. He was none other than the man who slept with her that night.

While this man was fixing his eyes on his own shirt, on the surface of which some porridge was streaming down.

simply ignored her. Then he reached out his arm to Owen Martin with his

"Sorry,

could be heard as his deep voice

you don't believe that, you can frisk me!" his appealing face wore a smile as if he were waiting for his

collected herself. Her

expect that she would actually bump

would even remind her of the sexual orgy

overwhelmed with

they could notice, she supported herself up and was

she just took a step forward, a voice sounded, "Lady, please hold

stop?' she simply ignored him and

noticed

squinted and stopped in front of her with a bright smile, "Lady, may

nothing

was

mocked frivolously, "Oh, what a pungent pepper-taste lady! But you have just ruined his tailor suit,

all stood still and had no intention to give in, Lemuel Lawson stretched

appeared to be, Verena's heart

fixed his eyes on her while squinting. His eyes

head down and tried to

before." His deep

quite familiar with seeing her

made him feel quite familiar,

"Sir, don't you think your pick-up trick sounds a bit

raised his brows and looked around her from head to toe, "The

finish, Verena suddenly pounced on him and

give you back your suit

as she finished, she

Lemuel still looked emotionless.

her head a moment ago, he suddenly squinted

indeed the girl he slept with the night before. The girl who cost him five

collected himself, "What a

was wrinkled. And so was his tie. He looked like being

and looked at Owen, who was gloating.