My Sweet Lawyer Wife

“Sure.”

Her answer was straightforward.

After all, it was now in Los Angeles and she could have gone straight to Helen if she had had time off.

Her daughter.

It had been a long time since we had met, and Adriana felt that her heart was thumping uncontrollably, and her nervousness was unspeakable.

In the evening, went back to the hotel.

Driving all afternoon, Adriana was really tired to waste seemingly.

When I got into the hotel, I fell straight into bed and drifted off to sleep after only a short while.

Knock Knock-

At some point, there was a knock on the door.

Adriana woke up from her sleep and rubbed her sleepy eyes to find that the sun was setting outside.

Get up, walk to the door and open the door to the room.

Raise your eyes to meet Peter’s dark, ink-like face.

With a cold face, he said in a deep voice, “Are you a pig? Can’t hear the knock on the door and can’t hear the call?”

This damn woman, what an underestimation of her ability to sleep.

Adriana smiled awkwardly, “Sorry, fell asleep.”

She doesn’t know how she slept until now, not to mention that she slept for a long time on the plane in the morning.

“It’s time to eat.”

The man coldly dropped a sentence and left.

Adriana was doubly speechless and had to follow with her phone and bag.

The two of them went to a western restaurant and ordered some random meals.

During the meal, Peter asked, “Where is your company?”

“What company?”

Adriana froze, not understanding.

“I said your law firm.”

“Oh. What for?”

When asked about the firm, Adriana couldn’t help but think of the law firm in Waverly that lost to Peter, and didn’t want to tell him that much.

A wary look, as if really worried that Peter will personally destroy her company seems to be.

“I’ll check it out tomorrow when I’m done.”

Peter didn’t care about her defensive expression, or rather, disdain.

“What are you doing there? There’s nothing to see.”

Adriana put down the fork in her hand and refused instantly.

Inexplicably, I have to visit her company and always feel that there is something fishy.

“What are you nervous about, can’t there be any unseen secrets?”

Peter picked up the red wine, swirling the crimson colored liquid in the glass and took a sip, “Since I want to enter The Alston family, it is my duty to investigate you.”

Adriana looked at him in a daze, pulled the lips, half can not say a long time to say a reason.

Solely bowing his head, he continued to eat.

After another moment, she finally ventured, “If you want to investigate me, that’s Brenden’s business too, not yours.”

It is not known whether Peter will have any conspiratorial purpose, but whatever the purpose is, it has to be nipped in the bud.

“As a member of The Alston family, it’s a given that I know the truth about you.” His attitude was strong and unquestionable.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Is that so?”

She sat up straighter, her gaze faded, “Didn’t Mr. Alston already investigate me a long time ago? What is the intention of investigating again now?”

There was a huge shift in attitude between the two because the topic was not right.

The atmosphere seemed a bit condensed.

“What is the intention?”

The man’s thick ink sword eyebrows rose slightly, “This, I should ask you.”

Adriana held her spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, took a sip, and put it down, “Words are not enough. mr. Alston, it’s after hours, so I’ll leave you to it.”

Get up, carry your bag and go.

“If you don’t want to transfer, go ahead.”

Sitting on the card seat Peter leisurely and freely sipping wine, not moved to look out of the window lights of the bustling city, good mood seems to be good.

“Vile!”

Adriana was so angry that she stomped her feet, never expecting Peter to be so shameless and too much.

“It’s not too late to find out today.”

He smiled instead of being angry.

What else could Adriana do after all this?

Had to continue dining with Peter.

After the meal, Adriana wondered if Peter could go back to the suite to rest for a while since he had finally finished eating.

But who knew he would say, “Eat more, walk with me.”

“Oh.”

Adriana had no reason to refuse and reluctantly accompanied him on a walk within the bustling metropolis, feeling exotic and familiar.

As the two walked along, Peter suddenly asked, “Where is your house in Los Angeles?”

The two were walking like that when Peter suddenly asked.

“Hmm? That …”

Adriana’s eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the neon night scene, suddenly pointing to the lighthouse in front of her, “Look over there, the view is really nice.”

I couldn’t figure out what Peter was up to, but somehow it always seemed to Adriana that he was testing her words.

“I heard that you have a house of your own in Los Angeles with a pretty good view. How about coming to your house tomorrow?”

The man stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“What, to my house?”

Adriana’s jaw dropped in shock, “Are you kidding me? No, absolutely not.”

How dare you tell her that you are going to take a client to her house?

This is bad behavior abroad, but Peter asks for it.

He, what exactly is his purpose?

If there is a purpose, but this purpose is too obvious, unlike his style of doing things.

“So nervous, is there another man hiding in the house?”

He picked her chin with his right index finger and questioned, “Does Brenden know?”

Without waiting for her to admit it, she was directly given the charge of ‘hiding a girl in a golden house’.

“Does it matter to you if I know? Besides, what does it have to do with you if Mr. Alston talks a little too much?”

She gave him a blank look, quite helpless.

At that moment, Adriana’s cell phone suddenly rang.

“Excuse me, I have to take a call.”

She stepped aside and took her cell phone, looking at the caller ID displayed on the screen, and there it was … Theresa’s phone.

“Theresa?”

She thought to herself, “Theresa must be calling at this time to ask her about her relationship with Peter.

“Adri, where are you? I just went to the legal department to look for you and you weren’t there.”

On the other end of the line, Theresa inquired tentatively.

By now, Peter had walked up to her.

Adriana put her hand over her phone, looked at him, and said, “Theresa asked where I was.”

She really didn’t know how to answer.

If the answer is not good, it will definitely make Theresa misunderstand.

Caught between her best friend and her best friend’s fiancé, Adriana is in a dilemma.

“Tell the truth.”

The man looked down at her, his gaze soft, without the harshness and dominance of the past.

“Truthfully? She, she’ll get the wrong idea.”

Adriana does not want to deepen the misunderstanding between Theresa and Peter.

“Then feel free to do as you please.”

The man turned around and walked towards the front.

Looking at his back, I felt mixed emotions at once.

Frowning, he hesitated for a moment before finally picking up the phone and placing it next to his ear, “Theresa, I have something out right now to take care of things.”

“Oh, really? I heard your minister say you were away on a business trip with Peter. Aren’t you guys together?”