All Chapters of My Hot Masked Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Finally, in the midst of darkness, the gunfire ceased. My heart tightened, unsure of Mr. Eugen's condition. In the next moment, power was restored in the casino and the hall lit up once again. I immediately emerged from behind the table, searching for Mr. Eugen's figure. Eventually, I spotted him leaning against a nearby pillar, smiling at me. Seeing that Mr. Eugen was okay, the heavy stone that had been weighing on my heart finally dropped. Overjoyed, I quickly ran to his side. However, Mr. Eugen's face was somewhat pale. Worriedly, he asked as I approached, "How are you? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" "I'm fine," I replied, my voice slightly choked. "You really came through." "It's good that you're okay," Mr. Eugen said, his smile of relief. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, and his body gradually fell to the ground. Seeing Mr. Eugen collapse, I shouted in horror, "Mr. Eugen!" I wanted to lift Mr. Eugen up,

On that day, I had just returned from outside carrying lunch when Mr. Eugen was sitting on the bed smiling at me. Before I could say anything, Mr. Eugen's phone suddenly rang. After he answered the call, his face suddenly changed. Mr. Eugen hung up the phone and said to me, "Nat, I plan to go home today. Do you want to come with me?" "What happened?" I said worriedly. "If it's not something urgent, don't go back. Your injury hasn't healed yet." Mr. Eugen said with a serious expression, "The nanny at home called and said that Spring is sick." I was about to peel an apple for Mr. Eugen with a fruit knife when I heard his words. The knife accidentally cut my finger and blood immediately gushed out. Mr. Eugen's pupils dilated and he immediately tried to help me stop the bleeding, asking, "Does it hurt?!" I don't know why, but when I heard that Spring was sick, it felt like my heart was being tightly gripped by

Spring is still young and doesn't quite understand the difference between "mom" and "miss". He blinked his bright eyes and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I noticed Mrs. Eugen's mocking gaze, as if she was looking at a woman who was scheming to climb the social ladder. I felt a sinking feeling in my heart and my expression turned cold. Before I could say anything, Mrs. Eugen sarcastically said, "Natalie, you can't use the term 'mom' casually, don't you agree?" Seeing that I was unhappy, Mr. Eugen realized it was not good and immediately spoke up in a serious tone, "Mom, Spring likes Natalie. It's just a term of endearment, let him call her that." Mrs. Eugen's face became even worse when she heard him speak up for me, and her gaze towards me became even more sarcastic. "Just a term of endearment? Murphy, today you let Spring call this lady 'mom'. What will your Luna think?" Mrs. Eugen said angrily. Before Mr.

"Yes!" I replied insincerely. Although I feel sad right now, I believe these emotions will dissipate soon. "Damn it!" Mr. Eugen stared at me angrily for a moment, then he rubbed his forehead and carried me towards the inside of the room. "Mr. Eugen, put me down!" I was startled. Before I could struggle, the next second I was already thrown onto the bed, with Mr. Eugen's angry face pressing down on me as if punishing me. I looked at Mr. Eugen with tears in my eyes and pleaded, "Mr. Eugen, please don't!" I didn't know if my current state would make Mr. Eugen want to bully me even more. In the end, Mr. Eugen couldn't bear to see me suffer. His actions slowly became gentle, weaving a gentle trap that I couldn't escape from. "Mmm..." I couldn't help but hum. Hearing my voice, Mr. Eugen couldn't resist anymore. I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Eugen finally finished. I was exhausted

Before Galvin came, I was worried about this matter. I didn't expect Galvin to solve the problem for me as soon as he arrived. "Great." I agreed without hesitation. I really need a job now, so I thanked Galvin sincerely. I knew how many designers there were in the company. This time, Galvin came to me specifically to design a wedding house for the new couple. Besides saying thank you, I didn't know what else to say. "I'm glad you agreed." Galvin seemed relieved. He said, "The house for the new couple is quite close by. Shall we go take a look now?" Since it's work, I certainly won't refuse. So the two of us went out together. The new couple's house was indeed nearby, about a 20-minute walk or less than five minutes by car. Only the wealthy could personally ask Galvin to design their wedding house. Looking at the huge villa in front of me, I knew the new couple had money and what they wanted was a design that suited