Come Back, My Ruunaway Bride

Chapter 32 Self Injury Trick

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? Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"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.

Albert stroked its hair gently.

Staring at the kitten and seeing it grabbing her arms, Charles somehow felt a little uncomfortable.

"My cat scratched you, so I will be responsible for it ...but, can you let go of me now? "

Albert glanced sideways at her hand which was held by Charles. Her face was full of displeasure.

She didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

Charles's eyes turned cold.

It seemed that she really wanted to keep a distance from him.

It was not fear, but disgust and rejection.

This feeling was really fresh to him.

Charles told himself not to push her too hard. Although he had only met her for a few times, he had

almost figured out what kind of person Albert was.

She could be persuaded by reason but not be cowed by force.

Charles let go of her hand a little, and Albert took two steps back secretly.

Charles was not annoyed. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled casually.

"Do you know how much my hand is worth?"

For the former master of the Rong family, money was just a number. But now, Albert had become the

illegitimate child of the Rong family, and money had become an indispensable thing.

In the past few days, Albert had been busy dealing with Jerry and Jason or focusing on recuperating

her spirit power and didn't care about money at all.

Now when Charles mentioned it, Albert was thinking whether she should find a way to get some

money.

It seemed that she had been a little decadent these days.

Even if she didn't have a penny in her pocket, Albert still said unhurriedly, "How much money do you

want? Just tell me."

At the worst, she could go to find Marcus.

Although she was now "borrowing a dead body to return her soul" and all the people had betrayed her,

she was Marcus's good friend since childhood. Albert would not doubt that he would betray her.

The corners of Charles's eyes lifted, as if he was doubting the authenticity of her words.

But soon, he just smiled lightly and said, "There's no need. Just apply some medicine for me, okay?"

After a moment's hesitation, Albert nodded slowly.

Although she didn't want to have too much contact with him, Simba did scratch him.

When Albert turned around, a ray of complacent light flashed across Charles's eyes.

Sure enough, the self injury trick was the best.

This teenager looked cold, hard and sharp, but she was too soft-hearted ...so that Charles wanted to

bully her a few more times.

Charles succeeded in getting close to Albert through those negligible scars.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa obediently. He didn't even glance around, but kept staring at

the reflective mirror in front of him, looking at Albert behind him.

Simba put its head on Albert's shoulder and felt wronged.

"Master, he caught me first, so I scratched him. Why do you still apply medicine to him?"

In Simba's eyes, Charles was a bad man.

Of course, didn't Albert know that? But that guy was not that easy to deal with.

In this kind of deluxe suite, there was a medicine box. Albert walked over with the small box and sat

down opposite to Charles.

Leaning against the sofa, Charles casually put his hands on the side and said in a lazy tone, "Hey bro,

you are so far away from me. How can you help me apply medicine?"