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Michael was hit, the corner of his mouth seeped out a trace of blood.

The next second, an external force fiercely snatched Lillian from his palm, he subconsciously wanted to clench, while holding only the residual warmth of the girl at his fingertips.

Inexplicable loss and anger rushed to his heart, he coldly looked up at the man across from him.

"Is it hurt?" At this time Atherden only cared about Lillian's red wrist, the bottom of the dark eyes tumbled with heartache.

When the four eyes met, Lillian froze.

Although it's the first time they met, his care and tenderness she felt were real.

He was such a nice guy.

Atherden's gentleness was like a ray of winter sunshine shining into her cold world, making her feel warm.

But it lasted for just a second because she knew that the reason why Atherden was so nice to her as she and his ex-wife were very similar.

The care and love she felt at this moment belonged to that woman, right?

That woman was so happy to have a man who loved