Chapter 790
My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!
The next moment, the cake in her hand had fallen to the ground.
Not far from the restaurantâs door, a tall figure had stepped out of the car and was approaching her in the moonlight step by step.
His hair was still meticulously combed, and he was wearing a crisp suit. His cold and stern face gave people a sense of abstinence, while his deep and narrow eyes seemed to see through people.
When you were stared at by those eyes, others could not help but feel scared as if they were being stared at by a beast.
Now those eyes were upon her!
Kyla Corbyn only felt that the blood vessels in her body seemed to have frozen suddenly, and the only thing left was the suffocating cold!
.
Martin Weiss!
Did the man finally appear in front of her?
Perhaps when she fled from the mall that day, she had a vague premonition that she might not escape him this time.
He would eventually find her.
âI just didnât expect it to be⦠so soon!â
Everything had happened too quickly that she felt breathless.
âItâs been a long time.â A cold voice rang in the night.
Her body could not help but shiver. âItâs been a long time? Indeed, I havenât seen him for a long time, except for a glance at his profile at the mall the other day.
âWhen was the last time before that?
Right, when he appeared in court as a witness and testified against my âcrime!!
He used his testimony to push her into the depths of hell.
He said, âKyla Corbyn, make amends for your sins!â
âSins? What am I going to make amends for? Iâm not guilty at all!â However, no matter how much she complained, he said she had âsinnedâ, so she needed to suffer for it.
âIf I was really guilty, then my greatest sin was to have loved him!â
Now, the man who sent her to prison said that it had been a long time.
Subconsciously, she just wanted to get away from the man.
âI want to get far away from him and never see him again!â
Kyla Corbyn immediately walked to get past Martin Weiss.
However, only after two steps, her arm was gripped hard by a hand. âI havenât asked you to leave yet.
Where are you going?â
Kyla Corbyn stiffened and turned to meet Martin Weissâs cold eyes. âMr.
Weiss, you donât seem to have the power to decide whether I can leave or not.â
He stared at her, and the air around them seemed to be oppressive. âI havenât seen you in a few years, but youâve become quite eloquent. Looks like you had good food in prison.â
It was a light sentence, but it made Kyla Corbyn feel like a sharp weapon had thrust into her heart.
âGood food?
âDoes he know how hard it was for me to get a proper meal in prison?
âDoes he know that when I was pregnant with Nelson, I was afraid that I didnât have enough to eat and the baby in my tummy would be malnourished, so I did many humiliating things in return for other peopleâs leftovers?
âDoes he know that after I gave birth to Nelson, I was so hungry that I couldnât even produce milk, so I could only let Nelson drink the crudest rice soupâ¦
âNo, he doesnât know any of this!â