Chapter 166: Chapter 166

Chapter 167

Of course, Walker Herbert wouldn't kill her.

He didn't get any benefit from her and Dana Roosevelt. He didn't want to do something thankless.

The man said, his voice was as weak and arrogant as ever, "You should know that I have never been such a kind person. You harassed my woman and harmed my child. Do you think I don't exist?"

If a man born with his deterrent power subconsciously deepens his hostility, he is a very frightening image.

Manny Brown was scared. This kind of fear meant that she didn't know what the man might do next was boundlessly nervous and worried.

At this time.

Walker Herbert's eyebrows sank, and he exchanged glances with Gerard Havard as if he was questioning who came.

Gerard Havard didn't know, stood up from the chair, "I'll go down and take a look."

In Progress City, there is no possibility that Walker Herbert wants to stop the person if they say something ugly.

"Auntie Herbert, why are you...?" Gerard Havard's glasses were about to fall off when she saw the merchant's iconic black luxury car. "Auntie, what are you doing here? Are you looking for Walker? Or..."

"Gerard Havard, get out!"

As Gerard Havard said, while blocking her way intentionally or unintentionally, Alicia Kather couldn't bear it and shouted at him.

Gerard Havard didn't dare anymore. He could only stop,

"Aunty..."

"Is Manny Brown inside?"

Alicia Kather glanced at him, forgiving him for not being able to say anything. She glared at him, then raised her foot and went in.

At this time, Walker Herbert has guessed who is coming.

With a calm face, wait for her to come in.

The sound of footsteps.

Alicia Kather used the fastest speed to go upstairs, and when she saw the foreground, she screamed.

"Walker Herbert, what are you doing?"

In the room, three, four, five-big, and three-thin men were holding onto Manny Brown so tightly, while Walker Herbert just sat on the chair blankly.

"Let her go!" Alicia Kather roared.

The bodyguards were immediately embarrassed and didn't know who to listen to.

The man didn't change his face, "You can listen to whoever gives you money. You don't understand the truth?"

Everyone was silent. It seems they still have to listen to Walker Herbert.

Alicia Kather was so angry that he said, "Walker Herbert, are you crazy?" When Manny Brown saw the savior, she cried loudly, "Auntie, please save me."

Dana Roosevelt is in Silver Beach.

She doesn't know what happened but based on the speculation that she has known Walker Herbert for such a long time.

Mostly, he wants to punish Manny Brown.

Thinking of this, Dana Roosevelt couldn't help sighing.

Leaning back on the bed, the palm of her hand stroked her flat belly thoughtfully.

He will punish others more harshly.

At this moment, the door opened the sound of the door. Dana Roosevelt recovered, probably because she heard someone come back, "Walker Herbert?"

The sound of closing doors.

Dana Roosevelt put down her phone and got up from the bed.

When she walked to the living room, she saw the handsome figure familiar to the man.

"Not asleep yet?" he asked.

Dana Roosevelt shook her head, "Waiting for you to come back."

"I told you not to wait."

The girl walked over and poured him a glass of water, "I didn't wait before," Dana Roosevelt stopped pouring water and put down the kettle with a splash of water.

"But later, slowly, I got used to sleeping with you."

This night, Dana Roosevelt and Walker Herbert hugged and slept.

The soft pajamas on her body are close to the man's warm body temperature. The feeling of ironing posts is the peace of mind that Dana Roosevelt doesn't want to forget in this life.

At this moment, she didn't want to think about anything.

She wants to sleep with Walker Herbert in such a quiet, down-to-earth manner.

At midnight.

Dana Roosevelt woke up suddenly without knowing how and vaguely heard the man's footsteps. Her hazy consciousness also cleared up.

What did Walker Herbert do?

As soon as this thought came out, Dana Roosevelt no longer felt sleepy.

The girl turned on the bedside lamp, and sure enough, there was no one in the bedroom.

"Strange..."

The girl got out of bed, looked for her slippers, put on her shoes, and went out. She saw the light in the study room at the end of the corridor.

"Do he still have to work so late?"

Dana Roosevelt talked to herself and then walked in the direction of the study.

The man was surprisingly insomnia tonight.

Walker Herbert wore sleeping clothes with a quiet face and a calm temperament.

He sits alone in the dimly lit study. The floor lamp outlines the mood of the whole picture very beautifully.

There is a picture on his desk.

Next to the photo is a black ashtray.

He has smoked three cigarettes.

When Dana Roosevelt opened the door to enter, she saw this scene.

Because the man is in a trance, perhaps because the woman's steps are so silent that he didn't even notice her coming.

Dana Roosevelt stood in the doorway in a white dress. Her gaze swept, and she fell directly on the photo on his desk.

The girl's heart jumped sharply.

"Why do you have this picture?"

The sudden voice was obviously out of a man's expectation.

The man's thoughts were pulled back, but he didn't show any shock, let alone panic. He didn't even frown his brows, let alone hide the picture.

"Why are you still awake?"

The girl pursed her lips, "I found that you were no longer there when I was half asleep, so I came out to see what you were doing."

The man chuckled, "What can I do at night?"

"That may be true," Dana Roosevelt raised his eyebrows and snorted, "Maybe you'll be chatting with my phone."

Does he look like someone who can do this kind of thing?

"No, how can you have a picture of me when I was a kid!"

Dana Roosevelt realized that this thick black man had invisibly pulled the topic away again and quickly screwed it back after talking for a few words.

The man calmly looked at the girl angrily about to question. Her voice was shallow.

"Why, I can't have it?"

"I asked where you came from!"

"Find someone to check."

"You talk nonsense."

Dana Roosevelt "doesn't believe" on his face, "It doesn't matter if anything else can be found. She doesn't have any impression of this photo. It was a sneak shot."

"Well, with your IQ, it's normal to have no impression."

He would not circumvent Dana Roosevelt. Dana Roosevelt is not ten years old in the photo, but also eight or nine years old.

How could an eight or nine-year-old child have no impression of taking pictures?

Besides, she did not look at the camera in the photo but walked hurriedly with a frown. It should have been one day after elementary school that she was crossing the road with her schoolbag on her own.

She didn't think that anyone who had nothing to do would secretly take pictures of a pupil who just finished school.

"Walker Herbert, don't tell me... You have been secretly in love with me since I was a child?" She laughed. She was just making a joke, but she laughed when she said the joke.

The man's face darkened.

He didn't admit or deny but put the photo away and put it back in the drawer.

"Go to sleep."

Dana Roosevelt did not leave but walked over and raised her head to give the man a loving hug.

"Well, where did you get my picture?"

"Are you going to sleep or not?"

"If you don't tell me, I won't sleep" Isn't it fierce? She overcomes rigidity with softness.

Sure enough, the man's cold heart was crushed at once. He couldn't help poking her forehead with his finger.

"Suddenly photographed, all right?"

Dana Roosevelt was amused by his serious nonsense, "Yes, then you admit that you have a crush on me?"

"Yes."

Dana Roosevelt smiled more happily now.

She didn't expect Walker Herbert to be teased by her one day.

"No, my knowledgeable Professor Walker. You are so funny. Then did you stare at me when I was ten? You are so perverted!"

Walker Herbert was scolded for being perverted. Not only did he show no signs of anger, even under such lights, Dana Roosevelt felt that his face looked extraordinarily soft.

"Well, it's quite abnormal."

Dana Roosevelt looks at the man's eyes now, and she suspects that she is deliberately making himself laugh, "Then tell me, what do you like about me? Do you like baby teeth? I didn't expect you to have this addiction. You are so funny."

There is a word in this world called "crazy," which describes the current Dana Roosevelt infallible.

But the man's following sentence made her smile completely stiff.

"Well, it's funny."

Walker Herbert said with a light tone.

The man's eyes have been staring at Dana Roosevelt, a little deep. Every word that is connected is like a heavy hammer, sculpted into Dana Roosevelt's heart.

Seeing a sign that she is not long enough. Her mind is not intelligent enough, and the crying girl hides in a corner and is bullied. She still feels softhearted, probably the most foolish thing she have done in her life.

The man's voice fell, and the ​​laughter full of the original study room gradually eased.

Dana Roosevelt's brain buzzed blankly for a second.

The next second, the smile did not take back, but the brows have already frowned, "What do you mean?"

Walker Herbert looked at her without speaking.

"Don't understand?"

The fold between Dana Roosevelt's eyebrows became deeper.

The girl subconsciously involuntarily let go of the man's hand.

But what he said just now was like being pressed the repeat button, repeating word by word in her mind.

Dana Roosevelt felt that something was about to come out in her mind and would burst out at any time, but she did not dare to think in that direction.

The man's eyes were too hot. The girl regained her senses abruptly and pushed him away in a panic.