My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 34 Remove the Veil

Before Sylvie moved, Kieran threw all the cards on the table.

He did it carelessly, but the cards fell on the table with a loud sound, and the greasy man shuddered

and stopped his move.

Although Kieran was cold and did not speak, everyone watched his face carefully and worshipped him.

Now when he threw the cards, the luxury box, which had been noisy at first, suddenly fell silent.

That greasy man obsequiously looked at Kieran, "Mr. Kieran..."

Kieran put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and then took a look at the beauties next to him, "Stay

away from me."

Although the two beautiful women did not want to leave, they dared not offend Kieran and walked

away.

Kieran lifted his eyelids to see the greasy man. He did not speak, but his eyes were cold, and icy.

The greasy man got cold sweat, but he often come out to play, so he understood that Kieran was

interested in this woman, so he said, "Beauty, you lose at cards, it's time to drink with us, and you owe

thirty million. If you can’t pay thirty million, you are now allowed to walk out from this room. The richest

man here is Mr. Kieran, drink with Mr. Kieran and see if he can pay thirty million for you." Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sylvie curled her fingers, stood up, took a glass of wine and looked at Kieran, "Mr. Kieran, I propose a

toast to you."

Kieran looked at her, "Do you think I will drink it?"

He didn't drink it.

He embarrassed her.

Sylvie, holding the glass of wine, froze in the air.

-- Beauty, many women want to drink with Mr. Kieran, buy they have no chance. Show some sincerity.

-- Yes, Beauty, you are not sincere. Of course Mr. Kieran won't drink it.

Including the greasy man, everyone knew the meaning of Kieran. Although he had a beauty around

him just now, he was just smoking and playing cards, looking gloomy and untouchable, no one dared to

talk to him.

Now Sylvie was here and Kieran was obviously interested in her.

No one dared to rob Kieran’s woman.

Sylvie twisted eyebrow and said, "Mr. Kieran, what do you want? Say what you want, and if I can give

it, I will give it."

Kieran put his hand on her slender white wrist and pulled her over.

Sylvie directly fell to his thigh. The red wine in the glass was not a lot, otherwise it would all spill out.

Through the thin clothing, Sylvie could feel his strong and fine thigh muscle of the man under buttock,

which was different from her soft and boneless body. It was hard and full of strength.

Sylvie’s earlobe went red. She wanted to stand up, "Mr. Kieran..."

"Feed me." He cut her short.

Feed him red wine.

Sylvie’s pupils contracted. She looked at him in daze. How could put forward ambiguous demand?

Kieran looked at her bright pupil. She now was stunned, not as stubborn and unyielding as just now

which made him angry. Now she looked pretty cute.

"What, don't you understand me or you don’t want to? Get off my lap if you don't want to."

"..."

He was the one who pulled her on his lap every time, and he was the one who let her go.

Sylvie was silent for a few seconds, "I don't go, I feed you."

She raised the glass to his lips.

Kieran held her slender waist in one hand and drank the red wine she fed slowly.

When he drank, he looked at her, which made Sylvie flushed, as if she had done something shady.

At this time, Felix clapped his hands and said, "Good, Kieran had drunk the wine, but how to deal with

the thirty million?"

Felix led the chorus, and the crowd joined in,

-- Yes, beauty, thirty million is not a small number, you can ask Mr. Kieran to pay for you.

-- Although Mr. Kieran can play more than thirty million, but Mr. Kieran can't spend this thirty million in

vain, so beauty, you should have to give something to make a deal with Mr. Kieran.

"Our hostesses in 1949 had a price," Felix laughed. "For every price, there is a service. Come on, show

me the price list."

Quickly someone gave the price list to Sylvie. Thirty million had been enough to have a top beauty in

1949 for one night.

Sylvie quickly closed the price list, she felt she was fooled, these people were intentional.

She wanted to get up.

But Kieran buckled her soft waist and did not allow her to move, imprisoned in his arms domineeringly,

"Sylvie, am I too good to you? And you think you can go and come freely?"

Sylvie lifted her eyes to look to him, "Or what? Shall I perform here and go to the hotel with you?"

Kieran showed a wry smile, "It is up to me. I am ok with it."

"You!"

Kieran's eyes from her bright eyes fell on her veil, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t chose, but take off the

veil.”

He wanted her to remove her veil.

In the past he had tried to remove her veil, but she refused, and he did not try again. This time it was

different. He insisted on her taking it off.

Sylvie saw persevere in his eyes. She could not help curling lips and sneered, "Mr. Kieran, are you

sure to spend thirty million to see my face? If I look ugly, you would lose."

"I spent my money and I didn't feel distressed for it. What are you feeling distressed for? You don't want

to be my wife anymore."

Sylvie was speechless and then said, "I will show you if you want to see."

She agreed to remove her veil.

Kieran took a look at Felix, and Felix began to drive the people out, "Get out, get out, don’t stay here.”

All people were driven away, Felix himself did not leave. Since childhood Sylvie had been wearing a

veil, he was very curious about what Sylvie looked like.

Was she ugly or like a fairy?

But very soon Kieran took a look at him and he ran away, "I am leaving, I am leaving. Kieran, tell me

after you have a look. I go first and guide for you."

Everyone was gone.

When it became quiet, Sylvie raised her hand and slowly took off her veil.

It was Kieran’s first time to see her pretty face.

Two scowling eyebrows, dazzling eyes, high nose and beautiful lips.

With all these delicate and beautiful features, she looked gorgeous.