Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1496

Chapter 1496

"This is ..." Chris stared at the name of the drug and took out his phone to search for it. Two kinds of medicine, one is an antiemetic and the other is an antiretroviral.

She didn't abort the baby, it was still there. And, she seems to want to keep the baby. Chris's original anger suddenly subsided by half.

He picked up the contents of her bag and set it down on the couch.

Nina never said a word and saw that his face was better and no longer tense.

Only then did she try to pick up, "I didn't get an abortion, I ..."

She did not continue.

The reason is that she saw Chris taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch with a flourish.

Immediately after, he unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing a large area of sexy skin.

Nina quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.

The memory of that night was deeply embedded in her mind. Every time she remembers it, it makes her blush, not to mention that he is standing in front of her now.

Chris walked up to her with his shirt open, and she was curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped around her knees, ostrich-like, almost burying her face all the way in her knees. He remembered the portrait of the angel she had painted for him.

The outline of his silhouette, his demeanor, and his temperament are just like his own. Unfurled angel wings.

Each feather is painted incomparably three-dimensional and lifelike, as if it can take off at any time.

She must like herself, what's the point of hiding?

He reached out, lifted her chin and forced her to look at himself.

He looks down, she looks up.

"It's been a long time, you've grown, looks like you've gotten over all your man-phobia?" His long, slender fingers, rubbed her bare cheek.

Every touch made her wince.

"Erik, is that your new boyfriend? He touched you?" He narrowed his eyes, looking dangerous.

Nina subconsciously shook her head, "No, it's not."

"What's your relationship with him?" Chris didn't realize that he was extremely jealous, having just seen other boys protecting her. And she was hiding behind other guys and he was getting mad. "No, there's no relationship." Nina's lips trembled slightly, "It's just classmates."

"Is that so? Did he take a shine to you? Approached you deliberately?" He pressed again.

Nina tried to look down, but he kept forcing her to look at him. With nowhere to hide and no good at explaining, she was so anxious that tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Say something! While I was away, I saw that you were doing well. You are a different person from the one I knew before. I was worried for nothing." Chris' anger came up again. Nina bit her lip, "I, I don't know..."

Her small red lips, which look crystal clear at the moment, have a feeling of wanting to be ravished hard.

Chris felt his breath tighten.

Damn woman, it's her pitiful look that makes him unable to let go. And it will also arouse his strong desire to possess, conquer, can not stop.

It feels like it would be futile to force her to ask.

Chris simply straddled the bed, he leaned against the back of the bed and violently carried her from the corner.

Nina, who had the strength to resist him, fell directly into his arms. His skin was hot, and when she touched him, she was so frightened that she hurriedly tried to get up, but when she did, her hands were supporting his body, and such contact made her even more embarrassed.

Her hands went limp and she flung herself on top of him again.

Chris let out a low curse, damn women, either too green or too flirtatious.

He was on the verge of losing control by her.

Catching her helpless little hand, he grimaced, "I can't see that you're quite good at it. What have you learned in this time? Show me."