My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 35 He Came after Her in a Sports Car

Kieran was a man, who was a visual animal, like to see beauty. Kieran was surrounded with the

beauties, and he was tired of them.

But seeing Sylvie’s clear and beautiful little face, his abstruse pupils slightly contracted. He had

imagined her appearance. She was intelligent and clever, her face was certainly not bad, but he did not

expect that she would be so beautiful.

Kieran raised his hand to touch her face.

But Sylvie had been covered her face with the veil, "Mr. Kieran, you saw it, I gotta go."

Sylvie forcibly pushed him away and ran out.

...

Sylvie walked into the bathroom, patted her face with cold water, and then wiped the drops.

She had worn a veil since she was a child, and it was ok to show it to others, but her face would bring

her a lot of unnecessary trouble.

When she got used to it, she came back from the countryside, and no one had yet seen her face.

He was the first one.

Sylvie opened the door of the bathroom and went out, and in the next second she saw a tall figure in

the corridor.

Kieran came, leaning his back languidly on the wall, with a hand in the trouser pocket, holding a

cigarette in the other hand.

The dim light of the corridor made his face more handsome. The black suit made him look mature

noble. He stood at the door of the women's bathroom, which caused the passing girls to look back

frequently.

Sylvie admitted that Kieran was particularly charming. He was like a piece of magnet. His elegance

attracted people's attention.

He smoked heavily these days.

Sylvie came forward and wanted to leave directly.

But his long leg was stretched out to block her way.

Sylvie raised her eyes to look at him, "Mr. Kieran, what do you mean? Do you like me after seeing my

face?"

Kieran stood up straight, with his tall body in front of her. His eyes lingered on her tiny, veiled face, and

then he reached for her veil.

Sylvie pushed him away and ran away directly.

Kieran looked at her figure, curling his lips.

At this time Felix walked over and asked, "Kieran, how is it, is your wife ugly or looks like a fairy?"

Kieran glanced at Felix. "Stop your curiosity."

Felix was aggrieved and shrank his neck, and then he suddenly said, "Kieran, what's wrong with your

pants here? It seems to be stained with something."

Kieran looked down. His black trousers had darkened, as if it had been soaked with water.

Only Sylvie sat on his lap just now.

"Kieran...Hey, Kieran, where are you going?"

...

Sylvie walked out of 1949 Bar and was ready to return to the Orchid Villa.

At this time a melodious mobile phone ring was sounded, she had a call.

It was from Kieran.

Why did he call her?

Sylvie didn't want to answer, so she put the mobile phone in the bag.

At this time a bus came over, Sylvie got on the bus.

There were a lot of people on the bus and there was no seat. Sylvie stood by the window, looking out

the window at the bustling scenery.

-- Look, there's a sports car chasing our bus!

-- It's an Aston Martin sports car. It's limited to three worldwide and costs $6 million. Oh my God, it's

cool!

-- The man in the sports car is so handsome. Whoa whoa, I'm going to faint.

-- He's looking at me!

-- Stop dreaming, he's looking at me!

Around a commotion, especially the young girls almost screamed out loud, Sylvie turned her head to

look forward along the direction of the crowd to look.

She then froze. Kieran drove a luxury sports car to catch up.

The cool wind of the night was blowing Kieran's black shirt. His big hands wearing expensive watch

were on the steering wheel. He drove smoothly.

Sylvie felt all the girls around were to faint.

What was he doing?

The bus stopped, the Aston Martin stopped too. When the door opened, Kieran stepped directly into

the bus with steady steps.

There were so many people on the bus that there was no road in the middle, but when he came, the

crowd automatically made way for him.

-- Look, look, here he comes!

-- He comes to me!

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Kieran in the public's eyes was like an elegant and quick Jaguar coming over. He stopped in front of

Sylvie, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"I..."

Kieran did not give her a chance to speak, but directly reached out and picked her up, "See how I fix

you!"

...

Sylvie felt her head dizzy. She did not know how she was taken off the bus and thrown into the sports

car and did not know how she was dragged back to the 1949 Bar. When she figured out what had

happened, he had taken her to a presidential suite.

"Kieran, what are you doing?"

Kieran pressed his thin lips, directly pushed Sylvie into a soft bed.

Sylvie quickly sat up, staring at him, alert.

Kieran got into bed, with one knee on the bed, and then he took her small hand on the leather belt

around his fine waist and said in a commanding voice, "Untie it!"

Sylvie’s mind went blank, "Kieran, what are you doing? I said if you want a woman, you can find one

outside. This 1949 bar is not short of beauty, there is always one to be suitable for you!"

Kieran frowned and then signaled her with his eyes, "What is in your mind? You made my pants dirty."

What?

Sylvie then found on the small dark spot on his trousers. A few seconds later she realized that she had

her period.

Sitting on his lap in the box had stained his trousers.

It was embarrassing.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and untie my belt. I want to change my pants." Kieran had serious

cleanliness intolerance.

So he picked her up from the bus just to get her to change his pants?

Sylvie, blinking, said, "I admit that it is my fault to make your pants dirty, I apologize to you, but...But

you don’t have hands? I won't change your trousers for you. Change yourself!"

Sylvie wanted to pull back her hands.

But Kieran imperiously pressed them, "Change or not? If you don’t change it, I will kiss you. Maybe you

are looking forward to my kiss."

As his words fell, Sylvie quickly began to untie his buckle.

She was so good and smooth, which made Kieran less angry.

Sylvie wanted to untie his buckle with the fastest speed, but she had never untied a man's buckle, so

she failed to untie it after a long time.