President Williams Woos His Ex-wife Again

She seemed to be in a deserted world. In the face of thousands of arrows, she could not hide, but let them ran through her body. But the next second, she heard Aaron’s threatening words, “If you dare to touch my dog again, you’ll regret to have been born.”

Karl didn’t say a word. The veins on his forehead were bulging. His face was gloomy. Seeing the helpless and weak Beth on the ground, he felt a dull pain in his heart.

Suddenly he found that he had some regrets in his heart. He shouldn’t have done that to her. He didn’t want to, even though he had really been framed by her, ‘But I had just stabbed through her palm…’

Aaron turned around and walked to Beth dominantly. He bent down, carried her up and strode away.

She was very unconscious. Falling into his arms, she could smell the cold and fresh fragrance on him, which made her burst into tears again.

Her injured hand, still with the knife thrusting through, was hanging limply in mid-air. Her warm blood was dripping from her finger onto the floor, as if roses bloomed along the way Aaron had walked.

Beth couldn’t hold back her tears, her body slightly quivering, ‘That knife, it hurts.’ She slowly opened her eyes. She seemed to be looking at something, or nothing.

‘Karl is ruthless. If he knew the truth, he would regret what he has done to me. He certainly would.’

violently even she just moved a bit. She panted violently,

not gentle, but it was better than before, which made Beth thought he treated her gently, ‘He finally showed some mercy when my hand’s broken? So miserable. So ridiculous. Or it was just

assistant Samuel was stunned, “President Williams, what happened to Mrs. Williams?” Samuel cast a gingerly look at Aaron’s cold face, “Even though you’re getting divorced, you shouldn’t break her hand!” Samuel thought Aaron was getting more and more violent, ‘How

now!” He thought for a while, and curled up his lips, “I didn’t do this

fury covered the pain from the depth of his

hatred, because he thought she had

his mean words kept thrusting into her heart. Like a fish getting devoid of oxygen, she opened her

The only one she cared for had always been the

Really? So Brown came to break your hand out for

chin gently with his long fingers. There was forbidding coldness in his eyes, “Beth,

beautiful eyes, but there was poison in his gentle

to catch the last bit of her consciousness to tell him why she had looked for Karl. But from another view, he wouldn’t trust her

more. He thought she admitted it silently, ‘She can’t pretend anymore!