Come Back, My Ruunaway Bride novel Chapter 32

In the bathroom, Albert took off her clothes, untied the white bandage and stood under the shower head. The water dripping from the top of her head, wet her hair, down her thin white neck.

The heat made her skin blushed, which looked tempting and mysterious.

Albert was not a neat freak, but she preferred to keep herself clean most of the time.

This was probably obsessive-compulsive disorder...

A shrill scream of a cat came through. With her eyes slightly darkened, Albert pulled the clothes aside and put it on directly.

Charles leaned against the balcony with Simba in his hand.

Simba struggled under him, as if trying to get rid of his shackles. Its claws left three bloodstains on the back of Charles's hand.

At that moment, the coldness from Charles almost froze Simba.

Simba screamed in a sharp and weak voice, trembling slightly.

It had never had such a feeling. It was just a consciousness. It could have directly escaped from the kitten's body and gotten rid of Charles, but Simba sadly found that it couldn't even run away.

As soon as Albert came out, she saw Charles, and the temperature on her face faded a little.

Charles raised his head, squinted his eyes and smiled coldly.

His tone was a little cold, as if he was sneering.

"What a coincidence..."

His look seemed to be saying that Albert was following him.

If Edmund were here, he would throw up on Charles's face.

It was Charles who required Albert to live next to him, but now he pretended to be suspicious of being followed. What was he going to do?

Albert didn't expect that she would meet with Charles even after she came to the downtown! What's more, he even lived next door to her!

Was this guy's appearance rate too high?

Albert looked at the suite next to hers. The balconies of the two suites were connected. What the hell was this design?

"Young man, do you still want to keep silent with me?" Charles's sarcastic words came. There was a lazy and arrogant smile on his handsome face.

He was wearing a light gray casual suit, with short black hair a little messy. The gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose made him look gentler.

Charles was a very contradictory person, at least in the eyes of Albert.

He was the cold-blooded one, but most of the time, he always had a smile on his face.

He was the cruelest man in the world, but his attitude made people feel that he was very kind.

Albert looked at Simba in his hand and said indifferently.

"Sir, can you let go of my cat?"

Charles shook the little guy in his hand, smiled and asked deliberately, "Is this your cat? I remember that there is a rule in the hotel that pets are not allowed to live in. "

"That's my business." Albert stepped forward and wanted to take back Simba, who was looking at her pitifully, but she didn't expect that Charles's hand was faster than hers. He grabbed her wrist directly and took her to himself.

Such a close distance made Albert want to step back immediately, but she didn't want her behavior to be suspicious. Albert almost resisted the impulse to beat Charles on the face.

"Are you also responsible for the wound on my hand?"

Charles raised his hand to let her see the scratch on the back of his hand.

With a slight frown between her eyebrows, Albert took back Simba.

Poor Simba huddled in Albert's arms and meowed as if complaining.

Simba was telling Albert on Charles about what he had done to itself.