My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 35

Kieran was a man, who was a visual animal, like to see beauty. Kieran was surrounded with the beauties, and he was tired of them.

But seeing Sylvie’s clear and beautiful little face, his abstruse pupils slightly contracted. He had imagined her appearance. She was intelligent and clever, her face was certainly not bad, but he did not expect that she would be so beautiful.

Kieran raised his hand to touch her face.

But Sylvie had been covered her face with the veil, "Mr. Kieran, you saw it, I gotta go."

Sylvie forcibly pushed him away and ran out.

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Sylvie walked into the bathroom, patted her face with cold water, and then wiped the drops.

She had worn a veil since she was a child, and it was ok to show it to others, but her face would bring her a lot of unnecessary trouble.

When she got used to it, she came back from the countryside, and no one had yet seen her face.

He was the first one.

Sylvie opened the door of the bathroom and went out, and in the next second she saw a tall figure in the corridor.

Kieran came, leaning his back languidly on the wall, with a hand in the trouser pocket, holding a cigarette in the other hand.

The dim light of the corridor made his face more handsome. The black suit made him look mature noble. He stood at the door of the women's bathroom, which caused the passing girls to look back frequently.

Sylvie admitted that Kieran was particularly charming. He was like a piece of magnet. His elegance attracted people's attention.

He smoked heavily these days.

Sylvie came forward and wanted to leave directly.

But his long leg was stretched out to block her way.

Sylvie raised her eyes to look at him, "Mr. Kieran, what do you mean? Do you like me after seeing my face?"

Kieran stood up straight, with his tall body in front of her. His eyes lingered on her tiny, veiled face, and then he reached for her veil.

Sylvie pushed him away and ran away directly.

Kieran looked at her figure, curling his lips.

At this time Felix walked over and asked, "Kieran, how is it, is your wife ugly or looks like a fairy?"

Kieran glanced at Felix. "Stop your curiosity."

Felix was aggrieved and shrank his neck, and then he suddenly said, "Kieran, what's wrong with your pants here? It seems to be stained with something."

Kieran looked down. His black trousers had darkened, as if it had been soaked with water.

Only Sylvie sat on his lap just now.

"Kieran...Hey, Kieran, where are you going?"

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Sylvie walked out of 1949 Bar and was ready to return to the Orchid Villa.

At this time a melodious mobile phone ring was sounded, she had a call.

It was from Kieran.

Why did he call her?

Sylvie didn't want to answer, so she put the mobile phone in the bag.

At this time a bus came over, Sylvie got on the bus.

There were a lot of people on the bus and there was no seat. Sylvie stood by the window, looking out the window at the bustling scenery.

-- Look, there's a sports car chasing our bus!