Wife is a Lawyer novel Chapter 1250

Could it be that love is so magical?

"Who said she refused?"

A man's voice sounded outside the door.

It's Raylan.

He stepped in, still with his hands in the pockets of his pants, handsome and dashing, evil and unrestrained nature, always giving a high and cold and spontaneous feeling.

Raylan smiled wickedly and said to Ruth, "Don't listen to Adri. Sandra has agreed to marry Prince Motril, so you don't have to worry about that at all."

The answers he brought over made Ruth ecstatic, but left Adriana deeply suspicious.

Why did Sandra say yes?

At that moment Sandra said herself, even if Raylan held a knife to her neck, she would not marry Prince Motril.

It's only been less than two hours, so why the sudden change of mind?

The reason for this is perhaps only known to Raylan.

"Good, good, good."

Ruth stood up excitedly, "Since Sandra has agreed, then I will immediately inform my mother and let her start preparing. First thing tomorrow morning to give Peter the antidote, then ...... Archie and I will leave Obren first. this time ......"

Halfway through the sentence, Ruth looked to Raylan, "Please take good care of Adri with Peter. in Obren, must ...... must not trust anyone."

She repeats that phrase once more.

Adriana hears this phrase a second time from Ruth.

Perhaps the first time I heard it, I only thought it was a simple friendly reminder, but this time it made Adriana read a different flavor.

She looked over at Ruth, puzzled, only to see her glance back at her, lock eyes with a smile that belonged only to her old mother, then turn and walk away.

Adriana mouth slightly open, ready to say something, but at that moment, all the words stuck in the throat, but do not know how to say.

She didn't even bother to give her a shout until the person left the Witchystems pavilion.

Adriana sighed, wrinkled her brow in contemplation for a moment, then looked at Raylan and asked, "How on earth did you get her to agree? It's not ...... supposed to really do it, is it?"

Even though Adriana wants Sandra to help her, she has absolutely no need to go after her if Sandra does refuse.

Everyone has their own choice.

Sandra had harmed her, but ...... she didn't want to take Sandra's lifelong happiness as the price of revenge either.

Raylan laughed, "What, you don't think you're doubting my personal charm?"

He snapped his fingers, "There's nothing in this world that I, Raylan, can't do. Except, of course, for ......"

A 'you' word nearly said, but felt inappropriate, immediately swallowed back.

"Hmm? It smells good, Peter is cooking?"

He casually found a topic and asked Adriana.

Adriana, who was successfully diverted by him, looked back in the direction of the kitchen and smiled happily, "Yeah, honey is cooking."

"Tsk ...... this is still Peter?How did it turn into a senior home cook?" The man smashed his mouth, pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and walked straight towards the kitchen, "I'll go see how skilled this man is at cooking. Is it hard to be even better than me?"

He said as he walked toward the kitchen.

Adriana sat in her chair and watched Raylan walk out into the backyard, the smile fading from her face.

She knew that Sandra could not have agreed to Raylan so easily, and that there must have been a deal of some kind between them.

But as for what the deal was, Raylan wouldn't say, and she couldn't be bothered to ask.

After sitting in the living room for a while, Adriana was a little tired and got up to walk alone in the yard, looking at the flowers and plants, the gloom in her heart gradually dispersed.

Until Peter called out, "Adriana, dinner is ready, go get Jackson to come over for dinner."

"Oh, good."

Adriana answered and immediately went to the off-set floor.