My dear lawyer

Vivian's heart seemed to have been hit violently. Her whole body was numb to the point of unconsciousness. However, she still took a breath, blinked away the tears in her eyes. With hatred and resentment, she said word by word. "William, you are a devil."

Suddenly, a gust of palm wind blew through Vivian's ear, rolling up a trace of long hair on her forehead, and the wardrobe beside her made a loud sound, and the man's strong arm was propped up beside her.

Vivian had no fluctuation in her heart, and even wanted to laugh. Why is he so angry? Compared with his cruelty, what she said was nothing to him, which was not worth mentioning.

William's eyes were dulled, his cold voice with unprecedented anger, and he lowered the voice and said beside her ear, "I'm the devil. What about you? Vivian. You're not so good on your own either."

At the moment, Vivian was not afraid of the angry man. She turned to him, showing a bright smile, and her calm eyes. She said sweetly, "Compared with you, I'm nothing. I may be a fool."

She had repressed her feelings to now, silently guarded the piece of land in her heart. She hoped that one day he could see it, but now there was a war between them.

She wanted to say that they could part amicably, but she thought it was impossible. They couldn't become friends even when they broke up.

She hated as she loved before.

But she hated herself more, that kind of silly.

William didn't like Vivian's eyes, which seemed to see through everything. A corner in his heart seemed to be missing. The emptiness made him unable to catch. His cold voice tightened, "I can give you what John gives you." Why would you rather choose John than stay by his side?

Some men like to be as deep as the sea, as vast as the sky, as hard to catch as the wind. William was a man with deep feelings. He never said or explained.

Because he was used to this mode, in his cognition, he thought that Vivian should understand him, but he was too self-righteous and thought that other people should understand him for granted.

However, Vivian didn't know anything. Nevertheless, he was still William, and all his emotions were hidden in his dark eyes, which could not be seen by anyone.

Vivian's mind was in a mess now. She only thought about how to take revenge on the man beside her. How could he do not care about her suffering?

So, she upset him with the worst words she could think of, "He's gentler than you, he's more understanding than you, and he's more considerate than you."

"Good." William's chest rose and fell slightly. He was afraid that he couldn't control himself and wring the little woman by the neck beside him. She dared to say that John was better than him. How could the weak man better than him?

"He's better than you in any way." At least she wouldn't retreat when staying beside him.

Vivian could feel how terrible his eyes were. She still stared at him without showing weakness. As time went by, she thought William might reach out to hit her.

Finally, he slowly put down his hands on the wardrobe, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground without saying a word and put them on his body. Before leaving, he left behind an inexplicable sentence. "Vivian, if you can keep this state all the time, I will definitely wait and see."

With that, the tall and straight figure disappeared in the room, and soon the door closed.

Vivian was like a survivor of a disaster. She was holding the wardrobe weakly, gasping. Who said a woman was narrow-minded like a needle? she thought that a man's heart was unfathomable. What does he mean? Is it that he didn't die of anger and regret today?

Anyway, it was hidden by her.

She sat back to the edge of the bed and turned on the light. The dark bedroom was as bright as day. She closed her eyes.

Slowly, she adapted to this kind of luminosity, then she slowly opened her eyes, and she subconsciously looked at the part that William had just hit.

Her heart couldn't help shaking. She didn't know how hard he hit. He just hammered out a long crack on the solid wood door on the wardrobe, which looked particularly conspicuous and clear. What kind of devil has such power? If that blow hit her face instead of the wardrobe, it was estimated that her face could be concave.

William was really terrible.

Looking at the crack, Vivian couldn't calm down for a long time. If he found out the secret about Roe, she would rather get the punch, but William didn't seem to have the habit of hitting women. Fortunately, her face was fine, but the provocation method was not successful every time. This time, she also took a chance. If William really wanted to fight, she would be ready for it. Vivian sat still for a while. After she calmed down, she looked at the time on her mobile phone. It was almost 10:00 p.m. now. Roe was asleep.

That little boy must be sitting on the bed, constantly watching the door, waiting for her to go back. She felt a burst of guilt.

Well, three hours had past when they were in the apartment.

Vivian tidied up her mood and brought some daily necessities. She still planned to go back to the hospital to accompany Roe. In this way, her heart would be more stable. She did not know that a silver BMW hit a black Jaguar downstairs. Although the two people in the car did not roll down the window, but they all stopped at the same time.

William showed a complacent smile that seemed to be proud of himself. He stepped on the accelerator gently, and the car with excellent performance flew out like an arrow.

In the silver BMW, John's slender and clean fingers tightly held the steering wheel, and the veins on the back of his hand were also a little bit raised, which seemed to tolerate great anger.

William walked out from Vivian's apartment at this time, what happened to them was self-evident, but he did not want to believe that Vivian would accept William. He was gambling that whether Vivian would come out from the gate of her house. However, before waiting for half an hour, he saw the woman he was thinking of coming out of the door with a luggage bag.

At that moment, John felt that his heart was wretched, and his throat was constantly tightening and drying. What reason does he have to deceive himself?