My Most Precious Wife novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

The clothes, I tore myself with a cold look, and directly pulled her back from her sleep.

Emily Gale’s slender eyelashes moved, and the moment he opened his eyes, Hunter Jackson’s handsome and innocent face appeared in his sight.

She blinked, her consciousness still a little awake.

One night, this man and this face were all in the dream, is it still in the dream?

She reached out her hand subconsciously, trying to touch his cheek.

But I didn’t want to. Before the fingertips touched the bridge of his nose, they were suddenly caught, and then pressed on the side of her head.

“Young Master Jackson…”

“Who allows you to sleep on my bed?” Hunter Jackson’s eyes narrowed.

Whenever he squinted his eyes, those eyes were always particularly dangerous, making people afraid to look directly.

But in one night, he turned out to be even colder than when he first started!

The warm eyes in the dream finally cooled down in her sight.

Emily Gale pursed her lower lip and pushed him gently: “Young Master Jackson, you were sick last night, I just wanted to take care of you.”

“Need to take care of you in bed?” Hunter Jackson lowered his head, his eyes passed over her. .

Emily Gale was startled to realize that she seemed to feel a bit chilly.

Looking down, his clothes are extremely messy!

The skirt was torn apart several pieces, and it was hanging on the body, almost unable to hide anything.

She hurriedly stretched out her hand to block her chest, but she still couldn’t block much.

“No…”

“Do you want to tell me that I tore the clothes?” He raised his eyes coldly.

Emily Gale really wanted to pick up the pillow and smash it on his forehead. When he was drunk, he couldn’t remember anything, so he could shirk the responsibility completely.

“No, I tore it off by myself.”

She struggled, too lazy to reason with him.

“Young Master Jackson, your bed is too expensive and I can’t afford to sleep. Let go and let me get up?” “Climbed on my Hunter Jackson bed, just want to run away like this?” His face sank, his brows frowned. Tighter.

She had a feeling of asking the sky silently, what did she want to do?

Staying and saying that she climbed on the bedhook to lead him, left, saying that she was irresponsible, this is the rhythm of killing people!

“Young Master Jackson, I really have no malice against you. If you don’t believe me, ask Ye Han and Aspen Li. You were ill last night, and they were both there.”

Aspen Li who just walked to the door immediately turned around and ran away like he did. Up.

Emily Gale caught him running away, staring at the empty door, completely dumbfounded.

This bastard, will you die if you give her a testimony?

Even when he needed him most, he fled like this?

“Do you need a man like this?” Hunter Jackson’s words today were a bit ugly.

After thinking about it, Emily Gale still couldn’t understand why he treated her like this.

Although I was not enthusiastic before, but at any rate

, Isn’t it malicious?

Today, why are you full of malice?

She was still grabbing her skirt with one hand, and his skirt was torn like this. If she didn’t hold it tightly, she would run out at any time.

“Major Jackson, are you reasonable? You drank like that last night and had a high fever…”

“Do you think I would believe it?” With a high fever, this kind of thing will fall on him?

Emily Gale is really going to vomit blood!

When I wake up, why don’t you admit anything?

“You…you really have a high fever! By the way, I gave you an injection, just in the butt…well!” She bit her lip tightly, and was so scared that he didn’t dare to snor again when he suddenly approached. .

It seems that he understands a little bit.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe her explanation, but he doesn’t want to listen at all!

Since she didn’t want to listen, everything she said was wrong!

“Young Master Jackson, I was wrong.

Anyway, you didn’t lose anything. Can you let me get up first?” When irrational, it’s right to show weakness.

Anyway, he doesn’t want to pester himself.

Sure enough, after taking a cold look at her, Hunter Jackson let go of her hand and sat up from the bed.

He was wearing a loose nightgown, but he didn’t have any impression of how he put it on.