My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

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 wan 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.

Sylvie turned her head and avoided.

Kieran's fingers became stiffened, but he didn't force her. "Have Brian seen your face?"

"No." Sylvie shook her head. She had never taken off her veil since childhood.

Kieran was barely satisfied. She has a pair of beautiful eyes, looking mysterious with a veil, which made him wan to tear down her veil.

He bent his head and kissed her again.

Sylvie didn't expect he would continue. She was to draw a line with him, but now they kissed, which was beyond her control.

"Mr. Kieran, I've already thanked you. If you kissed me again, I'll bite you."

Kieran seemed to have flames is his eyes, which made him dashing and sexy, "Mrs. Lowe, don't blame me for not warning you, dare you try to kiss me." He kissed her again.

At this time, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and Felix said at the door, "Kieran, have you quarreled with Sylvie... Shit!"

Kieran quickly reached out to pull Sylvie into his arms, not allowing others to see her. His kiss was interrupted, and he took a glance at Felix.

Felix covered his eyes. "I didn't see anything. I won't tell anyone that Kieran kissed. You go ahead."

Afraid of being beaten, Felix ran quickly.

Flushing, Sylvie quickly pushed away Kieran.

Kieran frowned and put a hand into his trouser pocket, "Have some food first, and then take a rest."

He went out.

...

Kieran lit a cigarette at the entrance of the smoking area. The handsome man's body was straight, and his two long legs wrapped in suit pants were as good as those of international models. A silhouette was charming.

With the window open and the cold wind blowing over his face, Kieran took several cigarettes to calm his heart.

He turned back.

Sylvie had fallen asleep. There was an escort bed in the VIP ward. Her delicate body was tucked into the quilt, looking very small

Perhaps she was tired from the day and had fallen asleep.

Kieran saw a piece of paper pressed on the table, which was her delicate words -- millet porridge had been heated and covered inside. Mr. Kieran, would you like to have some?

The little turtle had some conscience and concerned about his stomach.

Kieran dispersed the gloom, smiling.

After a simple wash, Kieran did not go back, but lied down beside Sylvie.

The escort bed was not big. With a man of 1.86 meters was crowded. The sleeping Sylvie wrapped in the quilt only occupied a small place.

Kieran lay down and held her in his arms.

He wanted to sleep with her when he was on a business trip.

In the sleep, Sylvie twisted her eyebrows. Perhaps she knew the man was Kieran, she quickly stretched out her small hands to embrace the man's fine waist, with her small face nesting in his broad chest, and rubbed against it like a little cat.

Her dependence on him was evident.

Kieran held her tightly, pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and closed his eyes.