Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 1059 Who The Hell Is It

Chapter 1059 Who the hell is it

Of course, none of these tweets are known to Clinton.

He took a sip of his tea before he set his cup down and looked gently at Natalia again.

"Naturally, I'm as good as my word, and it's actually more than good that Miss Dawson figured it out."

Natalia said in a cold voice: "Tell me, what did you mean by what you said in the villa before? How did

you know about me being chased and killed ten years ago? Also, you said those people who were after

me were sent by Archie, what proof do you have?"

Clinton raised his eyebrows minutely, as if pondering how to answer her.

After a good half sound, only then slowly said: "You really have no memory of those three months?"

Natalia wasn't shy about it, "Yes."

"And what about the memories of your visit to Othua, ten years ago, how much more is there?"

"I remember everything after that, as for before the accident ..." Natalia paused, "the last thing I

remember is that I got on the cruise ship, and I forgot everything else."

"So that's it."

Clinton's eyes are slightly downcast, as if he is talking to himself.

Natalia frowned, "So you can tell me now what really happened in the first place?"

Clinton was silent for a moment, then looked up, smiled at her, and said warmly: "Of course I will tell

you, because you saved my life, if it were not for you, there would not be Clinton who is still sitting here

today."

Natalia shook hard.

"Save you? How is that possible?"

Her heart sank, suddenly thought of something, there was a white light flash in her head, followed by

intense pain.

Natalia suddenly raised her hand and pressed the corner of the table, a face looked pale because of

the pain, she clenched her teeth, forcibly did not make a sound.

Clinton got up, walked over to her, crouched down and then raised his hand to cover the top of her

head.

"Relax, don't think about anything, listen to me, relax, you will feel a warm current seeping through your

scalp and the pain will slowly ease, yes, that's it, don't try to resist its help, relax, take your time ..."

The man's gentle whispers rang in her ears, and initially, Natalia wanted to refuse.

But gradually, at the back, the warm stream like a hot spring seeped into the top of the head, the whole

person will be like being thrown into a warm spring all of a sudden, a moment of softness.

After a long time, the pain in the head, only gradually relieved.

Clinton let go of her and asked with concern, "How is it? Better now?"

Natalia opened her eyes slowly and just lifted the curtain to meet his concerned eyes.

At once, he took a step back alertly.

"What did you just do to me?"

Seeing her backing up, Clinton seemed to be hurt a little.

However, he is very good at hiding his emotions, so just for a moment, he put that expression away

and returned to his usual warm and elegant look.

"Your headache is triggered by you trying to forcibly bring back memories that have already been

erased, I just injected some true qi into you to help you relieve the pain, it will only benefit you not harm Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

you."

"Really?"

Natalia frowned.

If she hadn't heard about it herself, she would have thought she was reading a martial arts novel.

Clinton raised an eyebrow at her, noting the skepticism in her eyes, and smiled a little.

"Don't believe me? Then I'll show you one more time."

When he finished, he suddenly raised his hand.

Only to hear a "bang", the original window was still wide open, and suddenly closed quickly.

That speed as well as airway, never because of the wind blowing, but rather like a person rushing over

there to quickly shut down.

What's more, the window is set inside, even if there is wind, it should be blowing from the outside to the

inside, which has the reason to blow from the inside to the outside and blow the window on.

Not to mention the fact that the room is not even that windy now.

Natalia's face was vaguely white, and she looked at Clinton as if she had seen a monster.

"You, who the hell are you? Just now ..."

"Just now I was using my true qi and shutting it off across the air."

Seeing Natalia's stunned look, he laughed a little more.

"Still don't believe me? Then I'll just open it for you again."

With that, another hand was raised.

I saw that the window was closed tightly just now, and now it really opened with a "bang".

The window crashed against the wall next to her with a resounding sound, and Natalia's heart

trembled.

It was only now that she suddenly realized how scary the man in front of her was.

It's not because he showed how skillful these two hands are, taking things from space and closing

windows from space, although it sounds a bit unimaginable.

But according to the current technological means, as well as some magic show techniques, really want

to do is not impossible to do.

She felt terrible simply because until this moment, she suddenly realized.

The man in front of her, for her, for Archie, and for Felix and Queeny, can almost be said to know

everything.

But the information they knew about this man, other than the Zaccardi Family, was almost nil about him

personally.

What does this mean?

Meaning, no matter how capable they are, it's like being blindfolded with a cloth.

Because we do not know each other's specific identity, origin, purpose, so it is impossible to guess his

next move.

It is like walking in the dark, the enemy is dark and I am clear, no matter what you do, it is easy to be hit

by the other side, while you can only ever sit and wait for death.

Realizing this, Natalia's face grew paler and paler.

Clinton didn't notice what she was thinking, and when he saw her face didn't look too good, he thought

she was frightened.

He smiled faintly and said softly, "You don't have to feel afraid, although I have deep internal strength,

but in your era, such things as internal strength has long been of little use, after all, you have airplanes,

rockets, cannons, and guns, even if a person is powerful, after all, is still flesh and blood, can't fight

those hot weapons of yours."

Natalia, of course, knew that he was telling the truth.

But who can see this scene with their own eyes, shall not be alarmed?

She gulped, and only after a long time did she get over it.

Staring at Clinton, he asked, "Did you just say, our era? Aren't you in the same era as us?"

Clinton shook his head.

That warm and handsome face, a rare hint of nostalgia appeared.

"My time and yours are so far apart, so far away that ... even if I wanted to go back, I couldn't."

When he said this, his eyes looked out of the window, as if fixed on a certain place on the sea, and as if

he did not look anywhere, just looking far into the void, as if to see through the ethereal void to the

depths of time.

Natalia saw this look on his face, her eyebrows knitted up tightly and said in disbelief, "Why?"