Chapter 603 Let's Go Home

In the Maybach car.

Sitting in the back seat, Martin's cold and hard face was reflected on the black window. The moment the girl's words rang out, his pupils suddenly contracted and his expression was confined on his face.

A few seconds later.

A faint smile appeared on Martin's proud face, which was like a misty rain in March, gentle and beautiful.

"Good girl, I miss you too." said Martin.

Cassandra held the phone tightly. At that moment, the noise around her faded away miraculously. She slowly raised her eyes, full of despair and panic, and said in a hoarse voice, "Martin, do you know how much I have suffered in order to reach today?"

With tenderness and love in his eyes, Martin said, "I know, Cassandra."

All of a sudden, Cassandra felt very aggrieved, and all the emotions suppressed in the bottom of her heart were pouring out at the moment. In the past, she didn't feel anything, but now, someone came to care about and greet her, and she suddenly felt that those days were too hard for her.

"You don't know... Martin, you know nothing... " Cassandra said in a sobbing tone, as if she had countless grievances and difficulties.

Martin's heart skipped a beat, and his chest seemed to be rubbed into pieces. He felt helpless and comforted in a soft voice, "Good girl, I'll be there soon. Don't be afraid, Cassandra. I'm here. "

Cassandra looked around but didn't see the familiar black Maybach. She curled her lips and said, "Martin, you lied to me."

"No, I never lie to you." replied Martin.

With her head on the steering wheel, Cassandra felt uneasy and said, "Don't hang up. I'll wait for you."

"Okay." replied Martin.

He really wanted to ask her why she was so fragile and sensitive all of a sudden, but he couldn't speak and didn't need to. As long as he was there, he would protect her well.

A few minutes later.

A black Maybach stopped beside her.

Almost reflexively, Cassandra opened the do

, "No."

Carlos, "What? No for what? Ah, master, do you mean that I don't need to send someone to follow her? But I'm worried about her. "

Martin, "Ask Greyson to escort her these days."

Hearing this, the corners of Carlos; mouth twitched. Ha-ha, a big scene to show affection to his wife?

He knew that his master, who was crazy about protecting his wife, wouldn't let it go.

Could he spare his life?

Carlos grumbled in silence and said in a hurry, "Yes! I'll tell Greyson right away. What should Marcus do these days? He has told me many times that he wanted to carry out tasks in Africa. Master, what do you think...?"

Martin, "He works for Cassandra."

The implication was that he should ask Cassandra about this, not him.

Carlos smiled awkwardly, "I see, master. If there's nothing else, I'll leave now."

"Okay." replied Martin.

Carlos ran out of the study as fast as he could, leaving Martin alone.

The man sat on the sofa, with the back of one hand resting on his forehead. No one knew what he was thinking.

However, he just sat there quietly. His angular face seemed to be covered with a layer of invisible frost, which looked so cold. But for some reason, his black eyes seemed to contain an endless sea, as bright as stars.

'Cassandra... You are mine...'