Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 1362

Kiki remained seated on the ground, motionless, as if she was not the one who was kicked in the knee by Raphael just now.

Her hands, already stained with blood, were white, but her left hand, missing its little finger, did not look too good because of the hideous scars.

She had so much blood on her hands, and at that moment, her hands looked paler and paler.

It also hurt a lot.

But on her face, there was no half-hearted expression of pain.

Her eyes, empty and silent, were like those of a dying old man, without any of the vitality that should belong to her age.

Jeremiah has been arrogant for so many years, but this is the first time she has encountered this kind of woman, as if she is not afraid of pain, as if nothing can break her pride.

Clearly, he was looking down at her from above, tormenting her blood, yet there was still a strong feeling of being stepped on by her.

Yes, contempt.

Complete and utter disdain.

That feeling made Jeremiah's heart upset to the extreme, and when he was upset, he wanted to abuse Kiki extraordinarily.

He was about to press Kiki directly onto the glass shards and make her kneel on top to admit her mistake and beg for forgiveness to Quinn, when she turned her face violently and couldn't contain herself from throwing up furiously.

He was afraid that she would spit the filth on him, and he quickly dodged aside to keep some distance from her.

"Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare spit on me again, or I'll get you killed!"

It was only after Jeremiah had finished yelling grumpily that he realised how ridiculous it was for him to say that.

Can you drink so much wine and not vomit! This kind of physiological vomiting is not something that can be stopped by anyone who wants to stop it.

Kiki vomited so hard that it was as if she wanted to vomit out all her internal organs.

Quinn kept telling himself in his mind that he couldn't look up to this woman, so he didn't even bother to glance at her side.

He could not see that at this moment, because she had vomited violently, her face, which had become more and more miserable, pale and fragile, as if two random fingers could have crushed her.

But even though he could not see her vulnerable and distressed form, he could clearly hear her vomiting.

In fact, it was just the sound of normal vomiting. Quinn had been in and out of vocal places countless times, and he had long been used to the sound of vomiting, but for some reason, listening to the sound of her vomiting incessantly, he found it harsh to the extreme.

Even, he couldn't resist the urge to rush over to her and violently bellow at her, Kiki, don't you throw up on me!

She really, really wants to vomit herself to death, doesn't she?

But, she is just a woman, even if she spits to death, what does it have to do with him?

Quinn forced himself to continue to put on an appearance of having a heart as cold as iron, dead set on not giving her more than a glance.

Kiki hadn't really thrown up much filth, she'd eaten so little recently, really, that what she'd started throwing up was almost always acid.