Sweet Sexy Lover

Saying this, he came close to her again and said with disdain, "I do mind your dirtiness, Christy. In my eyes, you are as dirty as garbage and as despicable as your mother." When he spoke out the last word, a hint of hatred flashed by in his cold eyes.

Hearing what he said, Christy clenched her fists and looked at him with extremely cold eyes, not allowing herself to dissolve into tears in front of him.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes." Osborne smiled coldly, "By the way, the man who saved you 8 years ago was not me."

This made Christy shocked all over, feeling helpless as if falling down to a deep valley, "What did you say?"

She began to tremble, with her eyes wide open because she couldn't believe and couldn't accept the words.

Did she requite the wrong favor and love the wrong man?

Osborne laughed with resentment, "I said I cheated you 8 years ago, and I was not the man who saved you at that time. That is to say, during these 8 years, you have given your heart wrongly and loved the wrong man. Are you filled with remorse now?"

Christy's cold eyes were full of resentment and she shouted out, "Osborne!"

Looking at Christy's eyes fraught with anger and resentment, Osborne frowned slightly and continued, "Do you know why I proposed to you? Because... I wanted to abandon you after you fell in love with me, in order to make you distressed."

Christy glared at Osborne. If she had a sword in hand, she would have definitely pierced through Osborne's body.

Her resentful eyes made Osborne feel a little irritable.

He stretched out his hands to throw away Christy who leaned against the car and then got into the car.

Christy fell onto the ground because of him.

There were some scratches in her fair arms and legs.

While starting the car, Osborne glanced at Christy from the window, who was lying face down on the ground. His heart seemed to be stabbed by something, a little painful.

Ignoring that feeling, he squeezed the steering wheel, turned around and drove away.

The wind in the night blew more and more strongly, making Christy, whose clothes were torn apart, tremble with coldness.

Filled with sorrowful tears in the eyes, she closed her eyes and released the pain accumulated in her mind through crying.

She was always strong and optimistic because she always thought she wasn't absolutely the most sorrowful and miserable person in the world.

But at this moment, she felt that no one in the world was more sorrowful and miserable than her.

She cried out, very sad and helpless.

A black Dartz SUV was coming close from several miles away.

"Mr. Terrell, there is someone crying in the front. Is it a ghost howling? I am so scared." After speaking, Clifton moved his gaze on Boone, "Boone, in consideration of the "intimate contact" we have had once, you must protect me if we meet a ghost later."

Boone gave him a cold glimpse, "Even ghosts will be frightened when you begin chattering. Do you still need someone to protect you?"

"That's OK if you don't want to protect me. Mr. Terrell will." Clifton said staring at him and then turned back to look at Enrique, who was sitting on the back seat, full of confusion in the eyes, "Mr. Terrell, Boone has already come and confirmed in person. Miss Lauren arrived home safe and sound. Do you still need to come to confirm in person?"

Enrique closed slightly his dark and deep eyes and pursed his thin lips without speaking.

The car was driving close to the Lauren family's villa. Clifton saw from afar a thin and slim figure, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, squatting face down on the ground, crying.

"Oh, ghost, ghost. It is a female ghost. Mr. Terrell, retreat! It will be troublesome if it's a female ghost."