My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 32

After all the people were gone, Martin helped up Olivia, "Are you okay?"

Olivia shook her head, "I am ok."

"Well, I've booked a room here. You go and wash yourself. I'll have someone buy you a new suit. After that, go to the hospital, you have many buries on your body.”

Olivia looked at Martin in daze. Although she had been with Daisy, she did not contact with Martin much, now it seemed that Martin was gentle and polite.

Olivia thanked him, "Ok."

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Martin gave the room card to Olivia and headed to a party. Olivia entered the presidential suite.

Olivia had not lived a presidential suite. The luxury let her feel the life of upper class and nobility. Very soon Martin's secretary came to give her a dress.

Olivia looked at the brand. It was an international big brand.

She walked into the bathroom to take a bath, washed away Daisy’s humiliation to her, and then she stood in front of the washstand.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was slapped with a red and swollen hand mark, but it could not hide her young beauty at this age.

Remembering today's humiliation, she tightened her fist. Because she was born poor, so everyone could beat and scold her.

She did not want to lead such a life any longer. There was a golden opportunity in the front of her. The life of the aristocracy was within her reach.

She was going to be with Martin!

Thinking that one day she was Mrs. Shaw, became the stepmother of Daisy and Sylvie, Olivia was excited.

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Martin finished the party and returned to the presidential suite. He drank a lot of wine and fell on the bed wearing the wine smell.

At this time the phone rang, was Josie's phone call.

Martin did not pick up. Since the last time he slapped Josie outside the Dorsett Hotel, Josie quarreled with him.

Josie was capable. In these years she used her connection to help Martin to take care of his business, but she was angry that Martin still missed his ex-wife.

After being married, Josie had keeping an eye on him, in case Martin would not be seduced by other women.

The phone ring tone was too noisy, Martin directly turned off the phone and did not want to deal with Josie.

He took out his wallet and looked at the picture in it.

It was Sylvie’s mother, Rachel Lam.

Rachel was sitting in a cane chair full of flowers in a certain summer afternoon, reading a medical book in her hands. Her eyes were unique and beautiful.

Sylvie was like her mother.

Martin's fingers caressed Rachel every inch, "Rachel... Rachel..."

Olivia came out and came to the bed. Martin had fallen asleep, but he was still saying Rachel's name.

Olivia reached out her hand and took off Martin's clothes.

Martin had been working out. His muscles were not relaxed, and he was mature and powerful.

At this time Martin suddenly pulled her hand, "Who?"