Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 246 - My woman, you dare to get your hands on her?

At that moment, perhaps due to inertia, the man grabbed the waistband of her skirt and coincidentally

pulled Adriana down.

It is so fallen, Adriana wrapped hair towel also loose fall, wet hair just hanging down on the body.

Two people just lay on the bed, male down, female up, the position ambiguous to the extreme.

"Hiss~!"

Adriana fell down and hit her forehead on his nose, hurting the man as he jerked backwards and

instantly had a nosebleed.

"You let go!"

The awkward scene caused Adriana to blush and chortle.

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At that moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.

A group of people poured in with cameras crackling in their hands taking pictures.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Ms. Hale, as a woman, shouldn't you behave yourself?"

"Someone uncovered that you had a room with a man and it turned out to be true."

"May I ask if you are with Mr. Alston, is this man your adopted bimbo?"

......

A crowd of reporters suddenly arrived, scaring Adriana's face blue.

"Get out of the way!"

A loud scolding, followed by two is a kind of bodyguard, the group of journalists have been driven out.

"Oh my God, it's Mr. Alston."

"Wonderful, catching adultery in bed, interesting."

"Who says it isn't."

"Adriana is definitely dead this time."

......

The bodyguards chased the group of chattering reporters out of the room.

Then, there was only Peter standing there at the door, like a strong pine, immobile as a bell.

Just a pair of sharp eyes shot straight at Adriana, full of stern breath.

Adriana froze and immediately got up from the man, "Peter, let me explain, things are not like you ......"

"What else is there to explain? Hmm? Is it enough to watch the moment when you become one to

prove you?"

Peter cold eyes slightly narrowed, hanging at the side of the fists clenched, shaking with anger.

"Yo, what a coincidence, isn't this Mr. Alston?"

The man in bed got up, wiped the blood on his nose as if nothing had happened, and said, "Oh, she's

the woman you're chasing? No wonder it looks so familiar ......"

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Without waiting for the man to finish, Peter stepped forward and slammed his fist on the man's body,

"Mr. Soto, my woman, you dare to get your hands on her too?"

A punch went down, and the man immediately fell down, smashing the glass table directly.

Peter went up like a madman and continued to fight, but the mixed-race man named Mr. Soto naturally

would not wait to be beaten up, and the two just fought in a circle.

bing bing bing -

An exchange of blows, the room can smash almost all the things smashed, Adriana kept shouting to

stop, but no one listened.

"Peter, can't you hear me when I tell you to stop?"

She chortled once more.

However, it didn't help.

Adriana, who could not stand it any longer, pulled Peter away, raised her hand and slapped him hard

across the face, "Have you had enough? Can you listen to my explanation!

A fiery slap fell on Peter's face, the man's cheek to the side, messy hair to hide the coldness between

the eyebrows.

He narrowed his eyes and laughed at himself, "Explanation? Adriana, you're really letting me down too

much."

After saying that, flung his sleeves and left indignantly.

"Peter? Peter?!"

She took a few steps after him, calling out his name, but when she reached the door, Peter slammed it

shut, shutting her directly in the room.

Adriana was stunned in place, a look of despair.

Mr. Soto got up from the ground and kicked away the trash can at his feet with a burst of anger and fire,

"Damn, I didn't read the calendar when I went out."

Glancing at the woman standing in the doorway in near despair, she asked, "Why don't you go after it?"

"Chase?"

Adriana would like to go after it.

But at the moment, the hotel entrance is bound to be all the reporters, Peter that angry, think will leave

without looking back.

Even if you chase them out, you will definitely be surrounded by reporters.

Helplessly smiled, defensively, surprisingly, was again counted.

Turning around, she looked at the man sitting on the ground, "I'm sorry for causing you to be beaten

up." Adriana felt guilty about the man named Mr. Soto, with whom she had nothing to do, being beaten

up and photographed by the press.

I'm sure it will be amazing news again tomorrow.

He shrugged his shoulders, an indifferent gesture, "quite good, the first time back to the headlines, free

exposure opportunities, the little master still have to thank you."

How to say this, there are a few ridicule of the meaning of children.

Adriana is in a very bad mood, glanced at the floor there is a bottle of unbroken red wine, then went

over, picked up the red wine, opened with a wine opener, a person holding the bottle walked to the

cushion in front of the floor to sit down, sip mulled wine.

"Hey, aren't you leaving yet?"

The man asked.

"This is my room, if you want to leave, you should leave." She said.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Now there are reporters outside, where do you want me to go?" The man

also felt helpless, picked up a highball glass that did not break, walked to Adriana and sat down,

snatched the red wine bottle from her hand, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip and said,

"Introduce yourself, my name is Harlee. you ...... should be the one who recently made a lot of noise in

the city You ...... should be the one who ......Adriana recently made a lot of noise, right?"

Adriana smiled bitterly and took a sip from her red wine bottle, "In a few days, your news will also be all

over town."

Although it is smiling, but the eyes are dense with a thin mist.

Heart vague pain, like a knife twist, the pain spread, the internal organs are flooded with pain.

Being counted, she could endure, but not Peter's mistrust.

When he left, his desperate and vaguely angry and hateful eyes, like a brand is deeply engraved in her

mind, lingering.

"Figured out who set you up?"

Someone uncovered that Adriana had a room, and the reporter came at the same time Peter came, so

it was obvious that someone was counting on her.

Harlee looked at her suspiciously.

Adriana shook her head, "Don't want to think about it. What's the use of explaining when it's already

happened?"

She smiled to herself, "There are some things that are not meant for you, Waverly, and ultimately not

for me."

It took a lot of effort to struggle, escape, and finally stay for Peter.

In the end, the wait is still distrustful.

Pain, nothing but heartache can describe how Adriana is feeling right now.

"Look at you so poor, little master turn around to clarify, also save the bad reputation of the little

master."

"Clarification?"

Adriana glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow, her red lips smiling even more, "Sure it's not a

snake drawing?"

"Ha, yes, that makes sense. I didn't expect you to be quite perceptive."

Harlee obligingly clinked her bottle, "You're so smart, it's hard to imagine how you could be counted."

"Are you done? When you're done, go away, I'm going to bed."

Adriana gave the eviction order.

"Damn woman, do you have a conscience? You're the reason why I'm in such a miserable situation,

you're telling me to get out now, do you know that there are reporters outside, where are you putting

me?"