Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 1306

Mayme looked at Marcy, whom she hadn't seen for almost half a year, and wondered why he was here.

"Did this hand touch it, or is it this hand?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, Mayme heard a heartbreaking scream that scared the forest birds everywhere.

Mayme didn't want to cause trouble and stepped forward to take Marcy's hand and stopped her, "Forget it, he's already been 7 punished as he deserves, give him a break."

Marcy kicked him hard, almost squeezing a word out of her teeth - get out.

The man rolled down the hill. Marcy turned around and looked at Mayme, who hadn't seen him for a year, with obscure eyes, and said, "Are you alright!"

"I'm fine, how did you get here?"

Mayme didn't believe he was here by coincidence.

"I'm here to see you."

Marcy looked at her, not expecting to meet again in this scenario after the last parting.

On hearing this, Mayme's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, her nose was sore, but she didn't let the tears fall down.

"Did Mr. Williams want to see me about something?"

Mayme did not forget what those men in black had said to her, but as the old master said, no matter what things can not only look at one side, originally she thought she could do when she saw him again to simply ignore her existence, but until the moment she saw him appear, Mayme knew that no matter whether that thing was done by him or not, she could never hate him.

"It's been a long time, how have you been?"

Looking at her, Marcy felt that the current Mayme had changed a lot from the old her, and this sudden change made him start to feel scared from the bottom of his heart.

"Am I good, shouldn't Mr. Williams know very well in his heart?"

"Mayme, do you really believe that those who went to assassinate you were sent by me?"

Marcy stared at her closely, Mayme slowly raised her head and smiled sweetly at him, saying, "Mr. Williams, it doesn't really matter whether I believe it or not, does it?"

"Mayme, do we have to talk to each other like this?"

Looking at her,he really disliked such a strange Mayme, how he wished she was still the same Mayme who fought with him all the time back then.

Listening to his words, Mayme just felt her heart dripping with blood, would this be the situation she wanted if she could?

She kept convincing herself that he would like her, that he would see the good in her one day, but things were not going in the direction she expected, and she had lost track of how many times he had rejected her.

"Mr. Williams, anything I did for you was done of my own free will, you don't have to feel any sense of apology or guilt towards me, since I did it I wouldn't think of asking you to make any promises to me, remember what you said to me when we were at the bottom of the valley? I said that once we leave the valley, everything that was sent between us will cease to exist, you will still be you and I will still be the little assistant."

Mayme's every sentence fell to Marcy's ears like a sharp blade very hateful inserted in his heart, at first, in addition to worry about her safety, the most important or because he did not see his heart clearly, but now he has a clear idea of who he loves.

"Well, okay."

"What's wrong with you, why do you look so ugly, are you uncomfortable somewhere?"

See Mayme's face is very ugly, and eyes obviously cried, there are still clear tear marks on it.

"Maybe I walked too fast when I was going down the mountain, I'll be fine after a rest." Mayme said and hurriedly went to tug Xu Mingyi's arm towards the car, Irene looked at her that urgent look, her face changed slightly, despite eating so many sins for him, but her heart always still has Marcy.

Irene couldn't help but laugh at herself in her own mind, how could she not be like that herself?

Despite this, Xu Mingyi inadvertently saw Marcy standing on the mountainside, his face changed slightly, and he instantly understood where the tear marks on his sister's face had come from.

At the same time, the imperial capital covers an area of thousands of square feet of a palace-like house, Timothy walked into a feeling of a strange coldness swept over, for Marcy, this atmosphere he has long been accustomed to.

The main seat in the main hall on the table a middle-aged man of about sixty, with an emperor-like aura, a pair of sharp eyes that make people shiver and beam.

He is the current head of The Scott Family, and Timothy's real father Steven Scott, who is sitting next to his second uncle Thomas Scott, while standing next to Thomas Scott is his cousin Loren.

Timothy walked across the room and sat down on the couch, looked at Steven Scott in the main seat, and slowly spoke, "What's the matter with getting me back?"

After the incident of his elder brother, just because he said two words of justice for his elder brother, he was deported to a country where even food was a problem by his own father in a fit of rage.