One stood high above, another knelt on the ground, with a mob of riotous people behind them, yet their conversation became more and more voluminous.
The action of drawing circles abruptly ceased; Charlotte Green tilted her head as if to consider how she should respond to his comment. After a while, she lowered her head again and resumed drawing circles.
"You don't like me, that's the reality. We're officially married, yet we're the couple that least resembles a husband and wife in the world, this... is also reality."
After he finished speaking, he heard her sigh softly and saw that during his speech, she had drawn a complete heart from what was originally random scribbles, and his eyes slightly changed color.
Kevin Cliff reached out to pull her up, grasped her face, and forced her to look at him—
Fear in her clear eyes couldn't be hidden; if she had the courage, what he might have seen today wouldn't be a docile and quiet girl, but a girl who dared to glare at him angrily, constantly challenge him, and fully display the stubbornness in her bones.
But he, just so happened to not like them too wild.
However, at the moment, her adaptability annoyed him even more!
"Boss, it's time to head back," Wester Welson, who had always been standing behind him, interjected in a timely manner, inadvertently glancing at Charlotte Green.
He had originally thought she was a woman too timid to speak a word clearly in front of the boss, but today she had surprised him.
It turned out, her heart was more open than anyone's.
Coldly releasing his hand, Kevin Cliff couldn't even be bothered to spare her another glance and began walking away.
"Mrs., please hurry and follow," Wester Welson reminded Charlotte Green, who was still standing in the same spot.
Charlotte Green nodded gratefully and followed with quick little steps.
Mrs., this was the first time someone had called her this.
But the rioting crowd wasn't giving up.
"Kevin Cliff, if you don't resolve this today, we won't let you off the hook!"
"Right! Resolve it!"
The clamor grew more frantic, the mob lost control, but Kevin Cliff was never worried about getting hurt, for his bodyguards were no ordinary people.
But accidents often can't be anticipated...
Just as the girl was taking tiny steps to catch up to him, a glint of cold light flashed before his eyes. Instinctually, he stretched out his hand and pulled her behind him, as the knife swept across his chest.
The finely tailored suit was slashed, precisely at the position near the heart on the left side of his chest.
Thud!
Something fell from the inner pocket; it was a wallet.
The wallet opened, revealing the photo inside... suddenly, a pair of feet mercilessly stepped over the photo.
In that instant, Kevin Cliff's eyes turned red.
"What are you all doing!" he roared in cold fury.
This time, the scene truly spiraled out of control, breaking the principle of restraint without injury, as the bodyguards struck fiercely, and one after another fell to the ground.
"Are you... alright?" Charlotte Green approached him tremblingly, fearing he was hurt while saving her. After all, this was the first time in her life someone had stepped in to protect her, even if it was done without care.
But before her hand could touch him, it was harshly shaken off, the force great enough to make her fall to the ground, adding new marks to her delicate arms.
She looked up to see him rushing over anxiously, bending down, and carefully picking up the wallet, tenderly caressing the trampled photo, breathing on it, and wiping it, his actions gentle beyond measure.
For some reason, her heart felt heavy, and the indistinct bitterness that had been lingering seemed to grow stronger.
"Boss, everything's taken care of," Wester Welson approached and reported, then shot a glare at the bodyguard who had failed in his duty, and had the man who stepped on the photo brought forward, "How should he be dealt with?"