Wife is a Lawyer novel Chapter 1249

Only that wine was drunk a bit hard, like a deliberate attempt to buy drunk.

The woman in the bedroom was crying incessantly, and the more she cried, the more annoyed the man became.

Sandra didn't stop crying until she couldn't wait for Raylan's slightest bit of heartache and concern.

Wiping the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve, she said, "I will agree to marry Prince Motril if ...... you promise me one thing."

She made the final decision.

The man standing on the balcony holding the cup and tilting his head ready to drink stiffened slightly, paused for a second, then passed the cup to his mouth and finished the wine in it.

Turning, leaning his back on the railing, he looked at Sandra in the bedroom and said, "Say."

The words are as good as gold.

It is as if it would be a waste to say one more word.

His patience, his tenderness, belongs exclusively to Adriana.

Even though Adriana has found true love, it doesn't stop him from loving her.

"I ......"

Sandra wanted to say something, but her cheeks, already a little flushed, became more and more rosy.

Hesitated for a long time also did not have the courage to say what was in his mind, and finally got up, opened another bottle of wine, gurgled and blew on the bottle, directly finished a whole bottle of wine all.

Because of the filling of the wine filling more fierce, liquor dripping down the corner of the mouth on the white clothes, stained a red wine stains.

Although the wine is not strong, but drinking too much will always be drunk.

Sandra put the bottle on the table and stumbled down the corridor, looking at the man close at hand, she did not dare to go forward easily, let alone move against him, and could only lean against the door frame, looking at him with humble eyes, murmuring: "If ...... you are willing to talk to me for a month of love. I'll ...... I'll agree to marry Prince Motril. Willingly!"

Yes, willingly.

There are some things that Sandra knows she can't have, and she doesn't want to force it.

But wanted to fight for it.

Even if it was only for a month, but as long as Raylan said yes, she was really willing to marry Prince Motril without any regrets.

At the sound of his voice, Raylan was stunned.

Spare the cold-blooded and heartless Raylan, at this moment also have so a trace of moving.

Perhaps it is because Sandra and Adriana have the same face, so much so that when he sees Sandra's pained expression, he can't help but feel distressed.

Or perhaps, he was impressed by Sandra's every move.

But, who knows the truth?

The man stared at Sandra for a few seconds, turned around, gazed into the distance, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, the hand holding the glass dropped on the railing, and hesitated to speak.

He, not knowing how to speak.

Sandra was still leaning against the door frame, dizzy, but her mind was clear.

It was precisely because her mind was clear that she was a little disappointed.

Even if you want to sacrifice your own happiness for life to make Obren's people whole, but not for a month of 'charity' from the man you love.

Love, so humble.

"I knew you wouldn't say yes."

She smiled, "You are originally the star in the sky, emitting bright light, unreachable existence. I'm just an insignificant grain of dust in the earth, how can I be worthy of you? I was delusional, delusional ...... burp ...... think ......"

Sandra murmured, turning back to the bedroom and flopping dizzily onto the queen-size bed.

Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was muttering something, but the voice was so small that it was impossible to hear clearly.

Raylan stood alone on the balcony, blowing in the breeze, looking out at the sun setting at the end of the distant mountains.

Everything, quite a few 'years of quiet' feeling, but ......

But it's hard to lift.

......

Witchystems pavilion, living room.