My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 27

With his roar, Sylvie was scared and hid in the corner, staring at him with her watery eyes.

Kieran took a breath and tried to control the ups and downs of his chest. "Don't look at me like you know you've done something wrong, and think it is my wrong not to forgive you. I won't pity you."

Sylvie put her hands on the wall, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kieran. I admit that I deliberately did not answer your phone and not reply your message. Don’t be nice to me in the future, I'm afraid I can't pay back. I don't want to owe you a favor."

Kieran showed a smile, "Do you want to draw a line between you and me?"

Sylvie nodded, "We should get involved in each other’s affairs."

Kieran had never had such a feeling. His proud self-discipline collapse in front of her.

The picture of her in swimming suit accidentally sent to him made him miss her a lot, so he came back earlier than the schedule. Her sudden indifference and alienation made him feel depressed, irritable and almost out of control.

Since when she could affect his mind?

Kieran snorted and mocked at her, "Small turtle."

Sylvie tightened her hands on the wall, yes, she was a small turtle. She dared not give her heart to him.

Kieran said suddenly, with his eyebrow raised, "Well, since you draw a line, I saved you today, shouldn’t you express your gratitude?"

Sylvie winked her slender eyelashes, "I thanked you."

"Are you playing fool with me? Do you really not understand the way a woman says thanks to a man? You have nothing, and the only thing I like is..."

Sylvie quickly stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, not allowing him to talk nonsense.

When they were looking into each other’s eyes, they saw their shadows in each other's eyes.

It was all about each other.

Kieran gave her a kiss on her soft palm.

Sylvie only felt her kissed palm burning and quickly took back her hand.

Then Kieran lowed his head and kiss on her.

A flood of kisses slipped through her veil.

Sylvie some vertigo. His clean and clear masculine smell was good, making her get obssessive.

She had always wearing her veil. He kissed her last time, and now he got into the veil to kiss her.

Sylvie tried to push him away by pressing his chest, but he was motionless like an iron wall.

His fair fingers curled up, and her fingertips tugged his black suit, the fine fabric of which had the alluring texture of a successful man in business.

Soon, she had pulled the cloth into a wrinkle.

Kieran let go of her, with his handsome face on her long hair, deeply sniffing the aroma of her hair.

Sylvie legs went soft and she flushed

Kieran closed his handsome eyes, covering the scarlet in his eyes. "Is that Brian your former fiancé?"

The light in the ward was dim. He blocked her in the corner. Sylvie forced to stick to the wall, trying not to touch him, "Yes."

"You need to figure out who you are. You are my wife now. Keep a safe distance from all men. If you mess around with a man, I will fix you after I take care of him, understand?” Kieran’s words carried a threatening tone.

Sylvie nodded, "Yes."

Kieran’s eyes fell on her small face and then he raised his hand to lift the veil.