Sextuplets From Ruthless Love

The day Trevor encountered Faye at the airport, he swore that he would treasure Jessica and no longer do anything awful if he could just see her again.

"Is that so? Compared to being pushed to the verge of death over and over again, won't it be better to be saved by a woman? I don't know if you've had the experience, since I've obviously never experienced escaping as if my life depended on it on the battlefield," Alfred He could no longer maintain his decorum. After all, they were rivals. They would never see eye to eye.

said ominously. He could no longer tamp down the hostility in his gaze as he stared at Trevor.

Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but found that he could not voice his words. He closed his lips and turned around to embrace Jessica.

He felt remorseful, but currently, he was more concerned about Jessica's situation.

The doctor had told him that she should not be emotionally stimulated. Something like this was bound to dredge up her sad memories.

"Mr. Gulliford, let me go."

Jessica stepped back in an attempt to flee from his embrace.

Alfred's words reminded her of the terrible days when her life was a living hell.

Yes. It was five entire years.

Jessica no longer remembered how many times she had gotten hurt in the five years of living in a war-torn zone. She had to step over countless people and hide under piles of corpses to evade the hail of bullets. "Don't be like this."Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Furrowing his brow, Trevor tried to assuage her.

Alfred raised the wine glass in his hand and handed it to Jessica.

"Cheers, Ms. Lockett." Alfred's tone was light.

Jessica accepted the glass of wine. She was in a bad mood anyway, and wanted to drink.

Trevor sighed as he watched her gulp down the drink.

Indeed, the memories from those five years could not be erased from Trevor's mind.

It was like a scar on a person's leg. Whenever the person lifted their pant leg, they would always see the color of the scar. It would always serve as a reminder of how they got injured in the first place. "Mr. Gulliford, I'll be taking my leave."

Alfred threw out the words flippantly before turning around and leaving.

Previously, if someone had dared speak to Trevor in such a manner, the latter would have been furious.

However, Trevor did not react as he stared at Jessica's complicated expression.

"Jessica, please. Tell me what you want. Tell me how you want me to act. Don't keep it all bottled up.

Otherwise, you'd try to stab me with the dagger you keep by your waist," Trevor frowned as he uttered the words. It was as if he was courting death.

Her heart clenching, Jessica turned to look at him.

"How did you know that?"

"I felt it..."

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Abashed, Trevor lowered his head. He had, in fact, felt a slender, long, and hard object when he hugged her earlier.

When he recalled how she always brought a combat knife along with her wherever she went since she returned from the war, he accurately guessed it.

"Jessica, you can criticize me if I wronged you. You can scold, or even hit me. However, please don't leave me."

Trevor held onto Jessica's hand. He

did not know how to give a sweet speech or utter honeyed words. He could only dumbly and plainly convey his feelings of not wanting her to leave.

"This is a banquet. Why are you behaving inappropriately? Get over here!" Old Mr. Gulliford, who had been standing nearby, reminded Trevor sternly.

Trevor frowned in response. He did not care about his reputation. However, he was afraid that someone would speak maliciously about Jessica behind her back. Hence, he raised their linked hands and pulled her toward the center of the banquet.

Try as she might, Jessica was unable to shake off Trevor's hand. He simply was too strong.

"Old Mr. Gulliford, I saw you attend the banquet with Leah. Is she perhaps related to the family?"

Naturally, only the madam would dare ask such a scandalous question.

"Leah is my future granddaughter-in-law."