Xavier McCarthy had a calm face as he opened the door. Entering the room, he saw a room full of wine. On the coffee table, there were several bottles of wine that he had treasured for many years, each worth millions. At this moment, the bottle of wine was completely empty.
A certain little woman was slumped on the sofa, her cheeks were crimson and she was cursing a man, and occasionally mentioning my husband. The place was a total mess.
There was a hint of displeasure on the man's face outlined coldly.
She just got a marriage license with him, and the original form was already given and now the woman he promised himself to is a drunkard.
Hearing the noise coming from the door, Maria turned her head with a drunken burp.
"Who are you?"
Fascinated, she had already lost her senses, and when she caught a glimpse of someone coming in at the door, she got up and greeted her.
This is a man, high nose, thin lips and sword eyebrows, lines as cold as a knife, is a very handsome man. As handsome as her Chris.
"No, he is Chris" she said to herself.
He dared to appear in front of her! Maria flattened her lips angrily, raised her hand, and wanted to slap the face of the person whom she thought to be her ex boyfriend Chris but her wrist was caught by the man standing.
Xavier's cold eyes had a hint of sadness in them.
"How much have you drunk?" ”
Her body was soft and squishy, and she stood unsteadily after being held by him, shaking her head.
"I didn't drink..."
After saying that, she simply threw herself up and wrapped her arms around Xavier's waist.
"Chris, I miss you so much." She cried.
She blushed, like a young girl who had just fallen in love, and shouted softly but sadness. "Chris, don't you think I'm dirty" I didn't mean it... I swear I didn't know...."
The woman's tears, through the thin fabric of his shirt, wet his lean waist. Xavier frowned, his face was even colder than the weather on a thunderstorm day. He looked down at her.
At this moment, the woman's small hand was tightly clasping his waist, delicate and lovely. However, her loving eyes looked at him, that small red mouth, but shouted another man's name.
He was angry because he's married to this woman and yet another man is in her heart. How then would he be able to trust this woman with his life.
Xavier stretched out his hand, picked up the woman, and strode upstairs. In the bathtub of the upstairs bathroom, there was hot water prepared by Maria for Xavier. By this time, the water was already bone-chilling.
Drunk and unconscious, Maria was thrown directly into the bathtub. The white T-shirt on her body clings to her body after the water, outlining her graceful figure. Even though the water in the bathtub was already cold, Xavier still felt a pull of heat in his body because of her.
He actually hates women. Ever since the event that happened five years ago, he had instinctively resented women. No woman could touch him, not even his sister. He felt irritated by them. He was glad he didn't have a female child because he wouldn't want to hate his own child.
However, today, being held and hugged by Maria, a little drunkard, he did not feel disgusted at all. What his body wanted was to merge with her and enjoy every bit.
"It's so cold..."
In the bathtub, the little woman shrank.
She drank too much spirits, and the cold water not only did not wake her up, but made her more arrogant.
"Chris!"
Maria laid softly in the bathtub, delicately shouting Chris's name.
"I'm so cold" she said.
She reached out and pulled at Chris's pant legs.
" I know you don't like me anymore but please I'm vold. Are you okay if you would help me?"
The woman's eyes were confused, her little face was flushed, and she looked at him like a child.
"Is it okay for you to take me out of this water. I'm so cold and cold..."
Her tail note was picked up, like a touch of chocolate shreds, across Xavier's heart. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. He didn't even know why he's feeling like this for this strange woman. He then reluctantly have to admit and agree with his housekeeper that Maria is very different.
However, she was still shouting at the man named Chris. Xavier wanted to know the man who got the little woman this way.
The man squatted down and clasped her jaw with one hand.
"Who am I?" He asked.
Maria pursed her lips, "You are Chris Baton."
In her intoxicated eyes, there was only Chris Baton.
The man frowned dangerously and raised his hand directly to press her head into the bathtub.
The biting cold water surrounded her head, but she still couldn't find her senses, and the whole person fluttered helplessly in the bathtub. Halfway through, he let go, those cold eyes staring at her.
"Who am I?" He asked again.
"Chris Baton.... Why are you....."
Dipped her into the bathtub again.
Maria choked back tears, and she looked at him with tearful eyes. She didn't know why Chris was trying to kill her.
If you don't want me that didn't mean you should want to kill me" she said shaking.
" You have to know who I am" Xavier said coldly.
Maria looked at him. Her eyes wasn't still cleared.
"Then you say, who are you" she said.
Xavier raised his hand and rubbed her lustrous lips.