My dear lawyer novel Chapter 220

Vivian had no time to explain. She could only look at her with begging eyes.

Selina sighed helplessly, she waved her hand and said, "Just go. I'll stay here."

"Well, sorry to trouble you." Vivian stopped for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I will try to come back as soon as possible."

If that man was willing to forgive her.

Selina waved her hand so that she could go. She really didn't want to say anything. She really didn't know why Vivi would be tangled by that old fox. What a crime!

Vivian knew that her friend had misunderstood her, but she had no way to explain. She could only get out of the hospital and take a taxi back to her apartment.

Looking at the half open door, she felt that the small home that had brought her safety and warmth in the past seemed to be a terrible abyss. She was not willing to push the door.

The phone rang again in her hand, Vivian knew that this was a signal of his impatience, so she could only come in.

There was no light in the room. This time, the tall and upright man did not sit on the sofa, but turned his back to her and looked out of the window. The dim moonlight lengthened his figure, and there was a trace of cold loneliness in a trance.

She didn't believe that she could see loneliness in William. How could such a despicable man be lonely?

Sure enough, it was her illusion. The next second, the man's voice was as cold as ever, "Close the door."

Vivian didn't move. She looked at the door behind her. As long as she stepped back to close the door and escape, she didn't have to endure all these that made her collapse.

Finally, the door was closed and she locked herself in the cage.

"Come here." The man ordered. She approached, just like a puppet with no strings.

After waiting for Vivian to approach, William slowly turned to look at the small woman with her head lowered. His slender fingers gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, but she still stubbornly put aside her sight.

The soft touch of silk in his hands reminded him how tender and smooth the woman's skin was, and the white moonlight was shining on her small face.

She was such a beautiful woman, but was more stubborn than any other ordinary men.

She would rather bear the humiliation that was enough to defeat her than confess to him.

William didn't know whether to praise her righteousness or to laugh at her stupidity. If that person knew that she had been wronged so much in order to help him and felt so sorry for her, he would feel very happy.

That man was absolutely not John, but no matter who he was, he would find that person and destroy him in front of her.

Do you care about him? Then let me destroy her faith.