It Was You novel Chapter 8

Martin kept silent for a few seconds. He had thought that Cassandra would complain after she got married, but he didn't expect that she was so smart that she didn't do anything wrong. Even if she was just pretending, he found himself willing to play with her.

That big demon whose hands were full of blood and bloodthirsty in the eyes of outsiders was always protecting her regardless of anything in her world.

In her previous life, all the people believed that Cassandra was good for nothing but cause trouble to Martin. They didn't understand why Martin fell in love with such a useless vase.

Cassandra also didn't understand why Martin was so stubborn and loved her so much. If he was tired of her and threw her away like rubbish, then she would not have such a bad ending.

"How could that be? Cassandra You are my life... " He was just sitting there casually, wearing a frosty expression which had not melted for thousands of years. But Cassandra felt that he had experienced countless vicissitudes of life just by one glance at him.

It was known that the man in front of them was arrogant and cold-blooded, but no one knew how he achieved his success step by step.

Hearing the same answer as she did in her previous life, Cassandra's back was frozen and her eyes seemed to flash for a moment, Then she raised her head with grievance and asked, "since you are going to abandon me on your wedding night, what can be more important than me?"

A touch of coldness flitted across Martin's eyes. He must leave tonight, otherwise those old antiques in the family would have misunderstandings. Now he was not able to control the whole Lu clan, so he must be careful and take no wrong step.

Otherwise, he would have lost everything if he had taken a wrong step.

"Master, the car is ready." Carlos coughed and reported.

Martin waved his hand, and Carlos sensibly retreated.

The air in the hall was eerie silent.

Martin rubbed her hair and said, "I'll be back soon. If you're afraid..."

"Can I go with you?" For Martin, this was the only thing Cassandra could think of.