Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

Chapter 75

Chapter 75 Abner didn’t reply to her, suddenly a sense of restlessness rose in his chest, and he was depressed. She was planted by her dog yesterday, causing a stranger misunderstand and scold her. to Being chased to splash paint in C County in the middle of the night, it was hard for Abner to believe that he owed this woman something in his previous life. Looking at the man’s extremely stern face, Damara realized that it wasn’t her own hallucination. She also knew that she had caused trouble, so she could only try to remedy it, and hurriedly said, “Mr. Abner, do you have any spare clothes? Change this one, and I’ll wash it for you.” Abner glanced at the paint tray in her hand, turned around and took a few steps. Damara stood where she was, really annoyed, how could she feel like she would meet him every time this kind of thing happened. Seeing that she didn’t keep up, Abner said in a deep voice, “Aren’t you going to wash it for me? Since you spilled it, you are responsible.” Damara followed quickly, “I have no intention of evading responsibility.” “Eighty thousand.” His tone was light, and his eyes fell on her face. 0.00% III

12:32 Chapter 75 40 (Vouchers Damara didn’t realize what it meant for a while, and it took a while to realize that it was the price of the shirt. She was a little speechless, she had never worn such expensive clothes in her entire life. It’s like this, I don’t know if I can clean it later…

She was a little guilty, so she could only express weakly, “When I rub my hands, I must only use very light force.” Abner looked at her low-browed, pleasing-eyed look, and inexplicably remembered the other face she had retorted at Allen at the gaming table, and squinted her eyes. Matt, who was waiting for his return nearby, heard the movement and was about to say hello when he saw Damara behind him, his pupils shrank, and he found an opportunity to slip away sensibly. Abner entered, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it to Damara. As soon as Damara stepped in, she felt a piece of clothing rushing towards her face, covering her face. She blushed and quickly took it off, looking at everything in the room out of the corner of her eye, but then her eyes stopped moving. Abner was wearing just such a shirt. Now that he took it off, his upper body was also naked. Now his back is facing her, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. He has a really good figure and slender legs. In terms of art, this is definitely the golden ratio. She couldn’t help but fix her eyes on it, and saw that his butterfly bones were also beautiful, and every inch seemed to have been carefully polished. Can’t help but sigh, this person is really the darling of heaven. 2555% O 12.32 Chapter 75 40 (Vouchers Abner was about to open the cabinet to find new clothes to put on when he felt a burning gaze behind him. He frowned and turned to look at Damara. Damara’s eyes are still on his waist, mermaid lines, abdominal muscles, everything. The golden ratio is still low, which is even more standard than top male models in art materials. She was so engrossed in watching it that she was already thinking about where to start first if she drewThis is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

it. As a result, I heard a deep male voice asking, “It looks good?” It wasn’t the first time Abner had asked that question, he had asked it the last time Damara was staring at his hand. Damara nodded honestly, to be precise, it was a good drawing. Abner was flattered to see her being so honest. However, considering that she was already married, such behavior felt somewhat inappropriate. He took a shirt quickly, and after putting it on, his tone became rude. “Still leaving?” Damara came to her senses, after getting the clothes, it was time to leave. “Okay, Mr. Abner, you go to bed early.” Abner wasn’t at all interested in why she was here, and on the contrary, he had no desire to go out for a stroll now. 59.39% 12.32 Chapter 75 40 Vouchers Damara held the shirt and was about to go out, but noticed that he raised his hand and rubbed his temples from time to time, and the shirt in his arms was also stained with a strong smell of alcohol, so he knew that he must have drunk a few more glasses, and now his head hurts. When Moore Group first started, Kent had too many parties all day long, and every time he came back he had a headache, and his mother would prepare sober soup and massage his head. Later, when my mother passed away, she became the one who learned to do these things. Out of habit, what she said next was a little out of her head. “Mr.Abner, do you want me to rub it for you?”