My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict (Grace) novel Chapter 1736

Chapter 1736 

Line’s heart trembled, feeling as though she was about to be bewitched by his voice. His embrace was so tight that he seemed to be trembling… 

“Y’m gonna slap you if you don’t let go!” She bit her lip and made a threatening remark 

Ate suddenly chuckled and lifted his handsome face, which was instantly so close to her. “You can do it if you want.” 

She froze and stared blankly at the face that was right in front of her the co slap him just by raising her hand but she could not 

#wwf the feeling of the time she slapped him still lingered on 

www.how much I’m entering to embrace you wwwww the seam had tell his face, leaving only 

What Het kale hart humma pats and his harshead 

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Instead of answering her question, he said, “I’m not afraid of suffering. What I fear most in life is not being able to be with you. Do you… understand?” 

Lina took a deep breath and said sternly, “You wouldn’t have broken up with me if what you fear most is not being able to be with me. Hadwin Stephenson, what you fear most is losing the wealth and power you’ve worked so hard to gain.” 

His eyes darkened, and his face seemed to grow paler. “How can I protect you if I don’t have all this wealth and power? Lina, you just don’t understand how important these are!” 

Without them, Hadwin Stephenson would be just a nobody whom people could trample on. How could he protect her if he could not even protect himself? 

“Protect me?” Lina smiled bitterly. “Did you break up with me when I was lying in the hospital bed to protect me?” 

“I-” He opened his mouth, but she quickly cut him short. 

“If the breakup was supposed to protect me, then I’d rather you not protect me! If love needs to be protected by power and wealth, then it’s too fragile!” She was not afraid of death but of being casually abandoned after loving someone deeply! 

“Lina, you know nothing!” said Hadwin Stephenson. 

Lina said, “Yes, I don’t know you, but you don’t know me either, 

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Hadwin Stephenson. I’ve brought the clothes here. You don’t need to return my clothes to me anymore. Just throw them away somewhere. They’re worthless anyway. As for the future…”