Chapter 72 A Rabbit Met A Big Bad Wolf

"Cindy..."

The male voice seemed to come from the sky with vast sea of flowers. Cindy looked around with a loss.

'Where am I now? I seemed to have been here. There are my favorite flowers, my favorite house, and my favorite sea.'

Suddenly, a woman's voice came in.

"Cindy, give me back Marcus! Give him back to me! "

"Cindy, go to hell! Go to hell! "

Bang——

Shocked, Cindy turned around and saw Emma.

She smiled at her with a frightening face, and there was a trace of smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun held in her hand.

"No --"

A scream. The voice in the dream overlapped with the whispering, stimulating her nerves.

The next second, when she opened her eyes, she saw the man above her who looked a little depressed.

Her throat was about to crack. Her brain went blank. Before she could respond, her body had been tightly embraced by a strong chest. A familiar male scent instantly enveloped her.

"Cindy, you finally wake up."

Cindy looked around and saw a goose yellow window, a snow-white carpet and a big pure white quilt.

Here is hospital?

Suddenly, her memory came back.

"Marcus "

She muttered and gazed at the man in front of her, unconsciously.

His black hair shone brightly in the light, and his deep eyes were filled with sadness, which made her heart pound.

"Cindy, you are awake? That's great! That's great! "

When Marcus saw that she finally looked at him and confirmed that she would not fall asleep as before, he was finally relieved. There was great joy in his low voice.

"Ouch..."

Cindy finally came to her sense. However, her arm was torn apart and her face twisted in pain.

Marcus was surprised. He put his strong arms around her firmly.

"Honey, don't move. Your wound is healing. Be careful of your arm."

"Where are those people?"

She was referring to the man who attacked them.

"Don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you again! I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I put you in danger all the time and should have protected you. I'm sorry that you have suffered a lot! "

Affection appeared on his handsome face.

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

The man's low, attractive voice came into her ears. Before she could raise her head, she heard a steady and rapid footsteps.

"What?"

The pen in her left hand fell to the ground.

"What's this?"

Noticing the pen on his shoe, Marcus picked it up and walked into the room.

Cindy glowered at him, pouting.

"I want to write on it, of course."

"Writing?"

Her words puzzled Marcus.

He looked at the pen in his hand and the cast on her right arm, and finally understood. "You want to write on it? What do you want to write? "

Hearing this, Cindy sighed, "Mr. Marcus, you have no entertainment cells."

"Marcus! "

He corrected seriously.

However, Cindy didn't think it was a big deal. The words had been heard by her for countless times these days.

"Wish me good health!"

She had had enough of this hospital.

Marcus finally understood what she wanted to do. He helped her to her feet and raised his eyebrows.

"A wish for your early health?"

She just nodded. Before she responded, Marcus had lifted her right arm.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't move,"

He demanded with a doting smile and a touch of teasing in his deep eyes. He held the pen with the other hand and wrote the stroke on her right arm.

A special feeling, which she had been trying hard to repress these days, struck her and made her shrink.

"Your wound again? Does it hurt? "