Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 179 Brace himself up

Gordon Luo slowed down his tone as much as possible. Nowadays, talking with his son, he had to cheer up a little bit. ‘Time makes it inevitable that in every profession the rising generation is worthier than the former one’ could only be experienced by himself. "Dad, I can think of a way to prevent Belle from investigating. As for our affairs, please leave it to us. It's getting late, you should rest early, and I will come back to see you tomorrow," he was worried about Belle being out alone. So he simply let the matter go temporarily. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Yao Jin wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Gordon Luo with a warning look. Nathan Luo got up, said goodbye to them, and strode out. Until he was no longer visible, Yao Jin gritted her teeth and pushed her husband, groaning: "Nathan is self-willed, why are you letting him go? I have never seen a father like you."

Gordon Luo was a little henpecked, so he had to smile obsequiously or apologetically to please her: "You have also seen it, he can't listen to us now..." he said helplessly and spread his hands. "Then you leave him alone?" "Don't worry, he and Belle won't make it to that point. Don't forget, we have been on guard for a long time. Even if he has full wings now, he can't change anything for a while." Gordon Luo showed a shrewd and ruthless smile and gently patted her back, "Besides, if Belle knew that things related to us five years ago, do you think she will continue to stay with Nathan?"

"What do you mean?" Yao Jin shuddered. "Look, it will be revealed soon. This matter will not be kept for long, and we don't need to keep hiding it. Maybe for us, it is beneficial and harmless to expose it." Jin Yao was silent. After thinking about it for a while, she curled her lips and raised her eyebrows, "Yes, I've been hiding it for them for so long, so it's time for them to learn something." "You are right." Gordon Luo highly agreed.

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Belle Ye woke up before arriving at the hospital, dazedly grasped the handrail and opened the door of the car. Ethan Mo, who was sitting in driver's seat, saw her in the rear-view mirror holding the handle and desperately trying to knock the door open, he drove to the side of the road and stopped the car in a hurry, then bent down and went straight from the front seat to the back, pulling her back to the seat. "What do you want to do?" He held her down in despair, the blue veins in his forehead twitched. "get off."

Belle Ye's answer was only this. Get off? She looked like this and still wanted to get off? Where else could she go at night? "Don't make a fuss, do you hear me? I'll take you to the hospital. You need to take a good rest and treat. You must not have a temper with me anymore." He said fiercely, but it sounded like he was begging her. There was also a bit of helplessness.

Belle Ye felt the dizziness and heaviness coming again. As soon as she talked to him, her heart couldn't help but sink, and she couldn't even refresh. "I said, I want to get off the car." "Don't even think about it." He couldn't help her. He could only pulled her hard, and Belle Ye fell into his arms. Ethan Mo bowed his head and kissed her fiercely with anger, almost losing his mind.

At this time, he just wanted to kiss her hard and plug her restless mouth. The crazy and fierce kiss almost swallowed her whole person, and even gave her no room to breathe. The arms that lay across her waist tightened, as if to rub her into his body and become a part of his body forever.

"Let go..." Belle Ye wanted to get out of his control, her dizzy head was also a little sober at this time, her face was flush with anger. At the time of breathing, he said dissatisfiedly: "Don't let go." Then, he rubbed her into his arms even more fiercely. The suit he was wearing before had already been taken off and put on her. And she was still wearing a dress. The suit had fallen under the seat when she was pulled.

The two of them couldn't avoid physical friction in the struggle and twisting. She clearly felt the dominance and possession conveyed in his actions, and she couldn't help but feel anxious. She was so weak that instead catalyzed his enthusiasm and sense of possession. The feeble struggle deepened his desire to control her. Belle Ye was pressed on the seat by him, her hands were raised above her head, his strong physique pressed against her, and she was almost suffocated while panting violently. "Ke ke." She wrinkled her face in pain.

Ethan Mo gasped heavily and had to move away from her a little bit to avoid stopping her breathing, but he was reluctant to leave her immediately. Looking down at the woman below her, his deep gaze gradually deepened. This woman finally returned to his control. She was his now.

He had said long ago that this woman can only be his, and in the end it must be his. There was nothing he couldn't get. He sucked on her skin hidden under the cloth. Her skin was not very delicate and white, but like a fire, it aroused the most primitive thing deep in his heart, strong and warm. He couldn't wait to leave his mark on her right away, it's just his mark.

"Ethan Mo, let go, you are sick—" "You have said this before, and you are right. I am sick, so I am going to be treated now." Hugging her restless waist, his voice was rough and hoarse as if there was something in it, staring at her deeply, "Belle Ye, only you can cure my disease..."