My Sweet Lawyer Wife

“Here, it’s for you.”

Peter handed the one rose behind him to Adriana, “Have a good day.”

A rose appeared alone in front of Adriana, but handed from Peter’s hand, can not help but look a little abrupt.

Adriana swept the words from Peter, but didn’t mean to take them. Instead, she reached out and picked up the bowl of porridge in front of her, took a sip, and said indifferently, “It seems that what Hank said is true. Are you broke?”

Peter was stunned for a moment, his dark ink-like pupils flashed a wry glint, and immediately nodded, “You could say that.”

No wonder she invited him over for dinner.

So it was because he was penniless and had no money to eat and was sympathizing with him?

With Adriana’s intentions clear, Peter already had a calculation in mind.

He sniffed the rose in his hand, “This is one of the most beautiful roses in bloom, flowers with beauty, excellent.”

This was said as if to Adriana, and as if to herself.

But Adriana didn’t pick up on him.

Peter put the flowers in a vase, and then sat opposite Adriana, looking at the table with Chinese and Western breakfast, his heart ignited a small joy.

He knew that Adriana did not like to eat Western breakfast.

So these western meals were carefully prepared for him by Adriana.

Adriana eats very quietly and does not talk about food or sleep.

Peter ate his breakfast and drank his milk, looking at Adriana from time to time, trying to find a topic to talk to Adriana several times, but seeing that she did not want to talk, so he had to give up.

The breakfast was very quiet.

Peter’s heart was also extremely complicated.

Or sadness, or joy.

But anyway, it’s for the best that his relationship with Adriana has improved a step.

“To thank you for taking me to dinner, I’ll drive you to the office later?”

After the meal, Peter gazed at Adriana with deep affection and said.

“No need.”

The woman’s attitude was extremely cold.

The cold seems to put people in the ice cellar, cold near suffocation.

Even when facing Peter, there is a sense of distance from the ‘do not enter’ stranger.

“If you don’t let me do something, how can I come over to rub it in later?”

Peter smiled bitterly.

The deep three-dimensional face, because of that smile and more warm and elegant, like the ancient castle out of the elegant nobleman.

Adriana took one look and couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster.

So demonic-looking, will only be around to get flowers.

“Then you can not come.”

Adriana drew out a tissue to wipe her mouth, dropped a thinly veiled remark, got up and left.

“Do you put up with me living on the streets and starving?”

Peter said pathetically.

Adriana did not speak, but did not stop in her tracks.

Back in the bedroom, Adriana changed her clothes while thinking about what Peter had just said and couldn’t help but feel that she had been too cold to him.

Although she had forgotten about Peter, and Luis and Helen, she, as the biological mother of two children, had the responsibility to take care of them.

It is even more impossible to watch the father of two children starve to death in the streets.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Not to mention that all of Peter’s property was actually transferred to her at the time of the marriage, and with this action alone, I’m afraid that only a few people in the world can do it.

Being worth trillions, a fortune accumulated over several generations, who would give up his trillion dollar family fortune for the love of a woman?

But Peter did.

Adriana admires and wonders to what extent she and he were once deeply in love.

After changing her clothes, Adriana came downstairs with her diaphanous clutch bag and still saw Peter standing at the entrance of the living room, standing straight and tall, with that innate aura, a complete king.

Hearing footsteps, Peter turned around.

Adriana was dressed in a white slim-fitting one-piece suit, with apricot heels and a fluffy pillow head, with red tassel earrings and a little powder.

An outfit, intellectual and generous, but with a few playful, the beauty can not move away from the eye.

“My Adriana is so beautiful.”

Peter smiled jadedly and watched the woman walk past him while he followed Adriana, the two keeping a half step apart.

Walking to the courtyard of the villa, she didn’t mean to go to the garage, instead she walked out of the villa.

Peter’s heart was filled with joy, knowing that Adriana was willing to ride in his car.

Adriana made a small choice, but it put Peter in a good mood.

He never knew that he was such an easily satisfied person.

Peter walked over to the limo like a doorman and pulled open the door, “Adriana, get in.”

Adriana took one look at Peter and got in the passenger seat.

Before she could reach for her seat belt, she saw Peter suddenly bend down and approach her.

Adriana’s heart was racing and her cheeks were tinged with a blush as they looked at each other.

Peter favored her with a gentle smile, handsome face like a layer of light gilded general, so that she some sink.

“Let me help you with your seat belt.”

He watched her, and his right hand very naturally felt for the seat belt and helped her buckle it.

Adriana stiffened and leaned dead against the car seat, putting distance between herself and Peter, not wanting to get too close to him.

Suddenly, Peter suddenly raised his hand to cover her forehead.

At that moment, in the narrow space, the two people’s posture became ambiguous, Adriana’s breath strained and her heart thumped.

Adriana has long been immune to beautiful men, but Peter’s face is the ultimate golden ratio, with deep eyes, three-dimensional features, well-defined contours, and vaguely mixed beauty.

Just one look can make her breath go out of rhythm.

Demon!

“Didn’t you feel uncomfortable with your hair falling in your eyes?”

The man ruffled the hair on her forehead and pinned it behind her ear, then straightened up and closed the door.

With a bang, the door closed, and the wave of oppression Adriana felt instantly disappeared into nothing.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her nervous heart loosened a little.

Peter went around to the main driver’s seat, started the sedan, and took Adriana towards the Fryer Group.

On the way, Peter didn’t know what to say to Adriana, so he turned on music and played a tune.

The man suddenly thought of something and immediately changed a popular song to “Dream Wedding”.

He remembered that Adriana liked this tune the most.

Playing music, Peter pretended to concentrate on driving, but the corner of his eyes glanced at Adriana from time to time, hoping to observe the changes in her heart from her facial expression.

Naive Adriana kept her head tilted to look out the window.

“How has the company been taking care of lately?”

Peter found a topic and talked to Adriana.

“Some time, go and get all your property transferred to you and then we’ll get the divorce papers.”

Adriana did not answer the question, but directly told Peter the result of her thinking overnight.

She can’t remember the past with Peter now, and she doesn’t have a crush on Peter.

Adriana doesn’t want to stay with Peter in a diluted way, and naturally she doesn’t covet those properties of Peter.

Snort–

Peter slammed on the brakes and looked sideways at Adriana, “What did you say?”

“Property transfer, divorce.”

The words are concise and direct to the point of chilling.