My dear lawyer novel Chapter 223

Vivian's heart seemed to have been hit violently. Her whole body was numb to the point of unconsciousness. However, she still took a breath, blinked away the tears in her eyes. With hatred and resentment, she said word by word.

"William, you are a devil."

Suddenly, a gust of palm wind blew through Vivian's ear, rolling up a trace of long hair on her forehead, and the wardrobe beside her made a loud sound, and the man's strong arm was propped up beside her.

Vivian had no fluctuation in her heart, and even wanted to laugh. Why is he so angry? Compared with his cruelty, what she said was nothing to him, which was not worth mentioning.

William's eyes were dulled, his cold voice with unprecedented anger, and he lowered the voice and said beside her ear, "I'm the devil. What about you? Vivian. You're not so good on your own either."

At the moment, Vivian was not afraid of the angry man. She turned to him, showing a bright smile, and her calm eyes. She said sweetly, "Compared with you, I'm nothing. I may be a fool."

She had repressed her feelings to now, silently guarded the piece of land in her heart. She hoped that one day he could see it, but now there was a war between them.

She wanted to say that they could part amicably, but she thought it was impossible. They couldn't become friends even when they broke up.

She hated as she loved before.

But she hated herself more, that kind of silly.

William didn't like Vivian's eyes, which seemed to see through everything. A corner in his heart seemed to be missing. The emptiness made him unable to catch. His cold voice tightened, "I can give you what John gives you."

Why would you rather choose John than stay by his side?

Some men like to be as deep as the sea, as vast as the sky, as hard to catch as the wind. William was a man with deep feelings. He never said or explained.

Because he was used to this mode, in his cognition, he thought that Vivian should understand him, but he was too self-righteous and thought that other people should understand him for granted.

However, Vivian didn't know anything. Nevertheless, he was still William, and all his emotions were hidden in his dark eyes, which could not be seen by anyone.

Vivian's mind was in a mess now. She only thought about how to take revenge on the man beside her. How could he do not care about her suffering?

So, she upset him with the worst words she could think of, "He's gentler than you, he's more understanding than you, and he's more considerate than you."

"Good." William's chest rose and fell slightly. He was afraid that he couldn't control himself and wring the little woman by the neck beside him. She dared to say that John was better than him.

How could the weak man better than him?

"He's better than you in any way." At least she wouldn't retreat when staying beside him.

Vivian could feel how terrible his eyes were. She still stared at him without showing weakness. As time went by, she thought William might reach out to hit her.

Finally, he slowly put down his hands on the wardrobe, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground without saying a word and put them on his body. Before leaving, he left behind an inexplicable sentence.