My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 37

Kieran came to the door of the bathroom, raising his hand to knock on the door.

Soon, the door opened.

Sylvie hid behind the door. There was no a veil on her face, but the door cover her face. Her clear eyes were exposed. Looking at him, she stretched out her hand, "Mr. Kieran, thank you. Give it to me."

The steam in the bath ran out of bathroom, with the fragrance of lotion. Kieran looked at her exposed skin with small crystal beads of water on it.

Kieran handed her the tampons and clean clothes.

Sylvie stretched out to take them, but he did not let go.

What?

Sylvie pulled once.

He hadn't loosened yet.

Sylvie looked up at him.

Kieran looked at her watery eyes. She was about to be angry. He showed a smile and let go.

Sylvie took the clothes and quickly closed the door.

She felt that her face was red and hot. Kieran was good at hitting on her!

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Kieran stood smoking by the French window. The door opened, and Sylvie came out.

She wore a long dress in the color of cherries, with thin straps hanging over her silky shoulders, revealing her girlish figure.

It was a dark red color that suited her very well, and he had thought it would look good on her when he bought it.

A girl with fair skin and pure temperament could hold all advanced colors.

Sylvie’s bright eyes feel on his handsome face. She twisted her eyebrow lightly, "Why did you smoke again?"

Kieran, with a hand in his trouser pocket, did not speak.

Sylvie walked over to see the injury on his left hand.

That night he punched himself in the mirror, and cut himself. It seemed to have been treated and scabbed.

"What, feel distressed? If you are distressed, why did you say those words to anger me?"

Sylvie let go of his hand and was about to leave.

Kieran grabbed her slender waist and held her in his arms. Then he pushed her against a French window, away from her nose and mouth, spraying a puff of smoke across her face.

Sylvie did not expect him to do so, directly choked by the smell of smoke and coughed up.

"Mr. Kieran, what are you doing? Can you stop?" Sylvie pushed him.

Kieran smiled, "Why did you suddenly push me away? Even if I was sentenced to death, you should give me a reason.”

Sylvie did not want to talk about it. If she did, they would be embarrassed, but since he now asked aggressively, she would tell him.

"Who was the woman answered your phone?"

Kieran was shocked and quickly frowned, "What?"

Sylvie reached out and grabbed the cigarette in his fingertip, and then took a puff in his eyes. He was too tall, so Sylvie stretched out her hand to pull his tie and pulled his handsome straight body down.

Kieran supported his hand in her side. When he bent down, Sylvie spit the smoke to his handsome face like he had just done.

Kieran's throat rolled. His big hand pinched her soft waist and pressed her back against the wall. He whispered, "Speak well, don't seduce me!"