My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Astonishing

Emily Gale really didn't expect to abandon anyone.

Abandon Hunter? How would it be possible? Is there any girl in the world who would actually abandon him?

She just didn't want to have any entanglement with this man.

The mess in the car just then was an accident, also a mistake. Now that she had come to her senses, of course, this mistake must be ended!

But what the hell is going on with this inexplicable downpour? Was this supposed to make her and Hunter hate each other even more?

Thinking of the trouble she might have put him into, Emily's hands shook, and she almost crashed in a panic.

She didn't want to have anything to do with Hunter, but she also didn't want him to hate her.

She knows what kind of person he is. This would never end well if she pissed him off.

The road was bumpy, and finally, she managed to drive the car into Gale's Villa. Emily stepped on the brakes, stopped the car.

Getting wet in the rain, she left the parking garage quickly and hurried to the main house. The rain hit her face and washed away all her makeup.

She couldn't see clearly in front of her. Suddenly, and with a loud bang, she hit her head with someone else.

She was struck by the rebound and fell. The other one was also pushed back a few steps by the impact.

"You...", holding an umbrella, Manson Jackson's face went dark and was about to blame the maid who was so reckless.

But after seeing the maid's face clearly, he was startled and suddenly shocked by her beauty.

When did the Jacksons hire such a beautiful maid? Her small face was so lovely and delicate, and the features are amazingly exquisite.

While soaking in the rain, her petite figure looked so fragile and made people want to hold her in their arms and take good care of her.

Even Wendy Gale, known as the top 1 Celebrity of Benton City, was still less than one-tenth as beautiful as this lady!

"Little girl, you..." Manson Jackson was about to help her.

But this little girl got up on her own, ran away quickly without even taking a look at him.

There was a small garden in front of the garage where the flower bed turned the trail into several paths.

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful girl had disappeared.

But the little, fair, flawless face was deeply imprinted in Manson Jackson's heart.