Chapter 110 If You Want To Die, Ill Satisfy You Now! (1/2)

Wearing black suits and black trousers, Carlos looked icy cold. In the eyes of Celia, he was like a warm sun to Celia.

Her eyes welled with tears when she looked at that murderous look.

She looked like a bullied child who finally saw the person who could protect her and had a place to complain.

Warm and sour.

Carlos glanced around the hall and spotted Celia Ling sitting on a bench.

Looking at the girl whose face was as pale as paper and her black pupils were about to cry, Carlos found that she had two red lips with obvious scars. He squinted his deep eyes and seemed to be more angry.

He walked straight to Celia and stood in front of her. Different from the tenderness and fondness Celia expected, Carlos lowered his head and stared at her in silence. The flat look on his face made Celia uneasy.

She really wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry.

However

Carlos looked very angry.

He must be blaming her for meeting Ron without telling him?

She had only herself to blame for this situation.

The grievance in her heart had been magnified infinitely when she faced Carlos. It was like the waves surging in the bottom of her heart, but she dared not show it.

She bit her lips tightly and couldn't help trembling. She looked like she was going to cry but didn't dare to cry.

Carlos resisted the urge to hold her in his arms and comfort her with gentle words. He swept her small face with a cold face, and then reached out to pull the wide police uniform off her a little. He saw red marks on her neck. His dark eyes instantly burned with cold anger, as if to burn the sky!

Celia Ling was more and more scared. She couldn't help trembling. Her hands were tightly grasping the police uniform that the policeman had offered to her. No matter how aggrieved she was, she could only endure them.

Carlos didn't say a word from beginning to end, but everyone present dared not to say a word. Even the police officer who had doubts about Carlos' identity and arrival also held his breath, as if waiting for him to speak first.

Carlos tucked the collar of Celia's police uniform and let go of her. His deep eyes fell on the man on the other end of the bench.

Ron had already noticed Carlos' arrival.

He even forgot about fear and flee. He felt that someone strangled his throat, making him unable to move or breathe hard. What he could do was to wait quietly for Carlos to approach him step by step.

Carlos walked very slowly, but he still walked for a long distance of one meter from

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