It Was You novel Chapter 669

Carlos shivered in the wind and ran to her fawningly. "Hey, you're back. It's so late."

Cassandra glanced at him sideways. Out of a strong desire to survive, Carlos wisely shut up.

If he irritated his master, Cassandra would help him, but if he irritated his sister-in-law, he would really run on the road of death.

Carlos rubbed his nose, "Then, Cassandra, what do you want to ask me? I can't tell you anything confidential. "

Carlos warned her and left a way out for himself.

Cassandra glanced at him and said slowly, "It's just an old story. Why are you so nervous?"

Carlos, "Am I nervous? No. The old story? Well, my master really doesn't like Lenny. He just feels sorry for Lenny and treat him as a very ordinary friend. Cassandra, don't think too much! "

Well, she knew that she couldn't hide what happened in the police station from Martin. She didn't expect that Martin would confess it so soon.

Well, the man...

Cassandra looked at him with a faint smile, "Who told you I want to ask this?"

Carlos was confused, "What? Didn't you want to ask this question? Then what do you want to know? "

After a few seconds of silence, Cassandra walked to the swing in the yard and sat down. With a calm look on her face, she said, "I want to know how Martin has been doing all these years alone."

Hearing this, Carlos was stunned and didn't understand what Cassandra meant for a moment. "Cassandra, can you make it clear?"

Cassandra tapped the swing with her tiptoe and asked in a low voice, "Has Martin suffered a lot alone these years?"

Without any protection, he had achieved what he was today step by step with his own strength. Even if he was extremely powerful and resourceful, he had grown up in such a big family, with unexpected slings and arrows... How much did he bear alone?

This man always chose to be silent. No matter how deeply he was hurt in the back and how painful it was, he was always calm and composed.

In the past few years, had anyone ever asked him if he was painful?

Those wounds might have gradually healed, and the cold words had already dissipated. But what about his fragile heart that was buried behind countless heavy doors?