The air was still for a moment. "I would like to." The statement that seemed to be without any suspense was said so easily by Charles. Everyone seemed to have expected his answer, so they didn't look forward to it. "Miss Johnson, you are willing to let Mr. Blake be your husband. From today onwards, you will have each other and support each other. Whether you are good or bad, rich or poor, sick or healthy, you love each other and cherish each other. You will be separated from each other until death. Are you willing to do that?" They all cast their eyes on Angela, but they were still unsure about Angela's answer. Stacy seemed to be very nervous, and his hands couldn't help clenching. Harry held her hand in the palm of his hand and gently rubbed it. He didn't go to the two people who were about to get married on the stand. For him, no one could attract his attention. The lines on Charles's face were taut, as if he was afraid that she would suddenl
Stacy looked up and saw Harry leaned over. The next second, his lips fell on her mouth. It was a cold winter in the twelfth month of the lunar year, but Stacy didn't feel cold. Her whole body was roasted by the scorching fire. He was very strong, and the whole coat almost covered her body. Only her head was exposed. In a trance, Stacy seemed to understand his intention. Why did he take her here in such a remote place? "You're trying to seduce Riley, aren't you..." His kiss suddenly deepened, blocking her ambiguous words at the tip of her tongue. He dragged her tongue into his mouth. Such a barbaric and deep kiss made Stacy feel painful. He couldn't help but scream, but the syllable was like groaning. Stacy didn't know if her voice had stimulated him, but he could clearly feel that his body was reacting. Stacy pushed him, but the more she pushed him, the tighter Harry hugged him. She was so strangled that she couldn't breathe. In the depth
"What are you doing?" Angela was still wearing a wedding dress. Today, she was exceptionally beautiful. At this moment, her delicate little face was wrinkled together. Charles was telling the truth. Anyway, she should have seen it as well. "Lock the door." "Why are you locking the door?" Angela's voice grew louder. She walked over and was about to open the door, but she was pulled by Charles. "Where are you going? Today is our wedding night. Why, do you want me to pass alone? I tell you, it's impossible!" "You... Ah!" Before Angela could say anything, Charles had already grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. When Angela punched and kicked her, Charles remained unmoved and threw her onto the big soft bed. He looked down and unbuttoned her while saying, "I can't let anyone see my joke. Today, you can't go anywhere." Angela was not a little girl who had no experience in human affairs. Looking at Charles's posture, she knew what he was going to do.
Stacy soon understood Harry's intention. "Then, shall I go out and lure him out alone?" "No need." He wouldn't let Stacy take this risk. Even if he was confident that he could hit Stacy with one blow, he still couldn't use Stacy as bait. "I'll find someone to replace you..." "Do you think Ryan is stupid?" Stacy interrupted him. "We have known each other for too long, and he is very familiar with me. Even if you can find someone similar to me, you may not be able to deceive him." If she didn't catch Ryan, she couldn't rest assured. This was a bomb, and she didn't know when it would explode. For the sake of her own peace with the two children, she wanted to solve the matter of Ryan as soon as possible. "Let me do it." She looked at Harry seriously. She knew what he was worried about. She was willing to believe him and believed that he could protect her. Seeing that he was hesitating, Stacy deliberately said, "Do you have no confidence
Stacy looked up, and the image of a little girl came into her sight. The girl was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, and her face was red from the cold. "Auntie, what are you doing here?" Stacy looked at the little girl, and then looked around. There was no adult. Her eyes returned to the little girl. "I'm in a bad mood, so I'm here. Why are you here? Where are your family?" "My mother is there." She pointed to a barbecue stall not far away. Stacy followed the direction she pointed and looked over. There was a barbecue stall on the side of the road. There was a woman wearing old cotton-padded clothes and apron. She was helping the guests to roast the kebabs. "I'm here to help mom." The little girl was very obedient. Stacy touched her hair and said, "You are a good girl." Perhaps it was because she also had a child, so she had little vigilance against the little girl. "Do you want to eat the kebabs? I'll ask my mother to lower the price for you
Charles frowned. "What are you laughing at?" "Do you think you won? Do you think you caught me?" Ryan laughed more and more wildly. Charles's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. "What does he mean?" Harry held Stacy's cold hand, held it tighter in his arms, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "What tricks can you play? You won't be able to fly out even if I borrow a pair of wings from you today." Charles looked at Ryan's rampant look, and his face became more and more ugly. "If I can't fly out, you can fly out." As he spoke, he opened the zipper. Soon, Charles understood what he meant, because he was holding a bomb in his arms. At the moment when he showed the bomb, there was a scream. The mother who sold the barbecue kebabs held her daughter in her arms and hid under the table. He smiled and looked at Harry. "Who dares to catch me?" Harry did not change his expression and protected Stacy behind him. "What do you want?" At the same
There was no response from Harry. Charles panicked. He wanted to save the Old Madam, and he didn't want Stacy to die. Ryan was haunted because he wanted to get Stacy. If she went, could she come back? There was a bomb attached to Ryan's body. If the person who was held hostage by Ryan was an unrelated stranger, Stacy might hesitate a little, but the one who was held hostage was Charles's grandmother, the only relative of Harry's brother. She couldn't let this old man get hurt because of her. Ryan smiled, and the sound of giggling came from his chest, mocking and mocking. "Stacy, as I said, I'm the only one who loves you and I'm the only one who's willing to give everything for you. Open your eyes and take a look. He Harry, are you worried about your safety?" "I'm coming over. Let go of this old lady." Stacy was expressionless. She ignored Ryan's words. Looking at Stacy's calm face, Ryan shouted out of control, "Aren't you awake? Isn't he afraid that you a
With a muffled sound, Ryan's eyes widened. He slowly turned around. In the darkness, a tall figure enveloped by street lights flew in the wind. He stood firmly, and his feet seemed to have been pricked by a root. He didn't shake at all when the wind blew. He held a gun in his hand, arrogant and arrogant. Ryan's eyes widened and became more and more ferocious. The corners of his mouth kept twitching. "You, you..." Without any strength to support him, his legs went limp and he knelt down. Stacy watched him fall down in front of his eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief and shook her body in the wind. After she reacted, she unbuckled her belt and loosened her hands. She immediately held the old lady who was thrown on the ground and said, "Grandma." Stacy tried to test the old lady's breath, but she was still breathing. "Grandma." Charles rushed over. Stacy held on to his last bit of strength. "Quick, send the old lady to the hospital." Charles glanc