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Unlucky Wife: Sickly Husband, Don't Be Too Romantic

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Chapter 17 There is no such thing as free lunch

"Why are you quarrelling again?" Hearing something was amiss in the study, Lynn and the servant pushed the door open and came to mediate.

Henry, with a hint of disdain on his lips, left the study in his wheelchair. Behind him, Harold was still cursing loudly in the study.

"Why should you provoke him? After all, he's your father." Alvin was waiting for Henry in the corridor. When he came out, he rushed over and said.

"I'm not his son, I'm just his disgrace." Henry lay down on the bed, his voice tinged with sadness.

"Things were complicated back then, and some choices he had to make." Alvin looked at Henry with a complicated expression and spoke hesitantly.

Henry pulled his pistol out of his waist and resumed the loading and unloading operations he had repeated tens of thousands of times. His fingers were unusually nimble, moving up and down, and the parts of the pistol kept colliding, making a dense, crisp sound.

Alvin knew Henry well and knew that whenever Henry needed to calm down, it was better to leave him alone and quiet.

Alvin sighed and turned away.

In the past, Henry would have calmed down after fiddling with his pistol for a few minutes. Because the gun had an extraordinary meaning to him. But today was an exception, and even Henry himself was very puzzled. Instead of calming down over time, his state of mind became more and more chaotic.

Bailey's figure became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The slender figure, the autumnal eyes full of affection, the fragrant scent, the soft and full chest...

Henry felt his body hot and restless, and his palms were constantly sweating.

Henry, when you were at the military academy, you were known as the cold campus heartthrob, always the girls were infatuated with you, not eating or drinking, never being trapped by love. If those bad friends knew about your current behavior, there would surely be a lot of people who would clap their hands in celebration and say you deserve your life.

It must be because I've been pretending to be ill for too long and haven't had the chance to show my skills, and now I'm not physically and mentally adapted to this sudden attack.

Yes, that's the reason, not because Bailey, I'm not a lustful person.

Thinking of this, Henry looked out of the window and decided to give himself a chance to be capricious tonight, to go out and have a wild adventure, to release all the energy and strength that had been squeezed for too long, to give his body and mind a complete release.

What are you talking about being seriously ill? Get out of here. I, Henry, am a man with a strong will and a full spirit, standing firm on the ground. One day, I will face this world openly and honestly.

Henry put the gun back in his hand and left his room in his black tight-fitting suit.

Bailey went back to the high-ranking officer's ward and, seeing that his mother was in good spirits today, chatted with Tessa for a while. After his mother fell asleep, he handed her over to the nurse and left the room himself.

Bailey had gone through a lot of things today and was feeling sore. She was about to go back to her room and have a good rest when her phone rang.

When Bailey looked at the caller ID, it turned out to be Philip, a colleague from the club.

Through their daily contact, Bailey knew that Philip had a crush on her, but she didn't have any particular feelings for him. And Philip was a good drinker. He was fine if he didn't drink, but got drunk if he did.

The last time he got drunk and fell black and blue, he refused to admit it, insisting that he had seen a martial arts master who kicked a brick into powder with a flying kick that day and was so frightened that he fell.

He was laughed at by his colleagues for a long time. Everyone is a martial artist. Who hasn't seen someone who can kick a brick to powder? Later, Philip himself was too embarrassed to bring up the matter, so he resigned.

I don't know what he meant by calling me now.

After a moment of hesitation, Bailey picked up the phone.

"Bailey, I'm telling you, I'm not a liar. Every word I say is the truth." From the phone, Bailey could tell that Philip's tongue was a bit stiff, needless to say, this guy drank again tonight.

"What on earth do you want to say?" Bailey wasn't in the mood to talk to a drunkard at the moment.

"Only I'm nice to you, only I don't lie to you, you know, that little rascal in a wheelchair, sick and learning female self-defense, is the one who could kick a brick to powder with a flying leg."

"You drink too much and go to sleep." With Henry's small board, he even kicks bricks. It's already good that he can kick steamed buns into powder.

"Hehe, don't believe me, he's here right now, dare you come and have a look?" The drunkard's laughter had a hint of provocation.

Bailey hung up the phone decisively and turned to take a bath.

Twenty minutes later, when Bailey came out of the bathroom with a flushed face and wet hair wrapped in a towel, she found that Philip had sent her a photo on wechat.

It was accompanied by a caption, "Look at it yourself."

This is clearly Philip not willing to give up, so he uses this to prove himself.

Bailey saw that the background of the photo was a boxing ring, with a huge spotlight hanging from the ceiling, and at the moment two people were engaged in a fierce fight in the field under the bright daylight light.

One of them was facing the camera, but he was clearly a stranger to Bailey. But his opponent, the man with his back to the camera, caught Bailey's attention.

With two fingers sliding, Bailey zoomed in the picture to its maximum magnification.

It was a tall man whose short hair was already soaked with sweat. From head to toe, his body was wrapped in a perfectly fitted black tight-fitting garment, but it only accentuated his androgen, muscular lines more prominently. Even though it was a static photograph, Bailey could still sense his fierce punches, his nimble steps, and his unstoppable regal air.

Philip was drunk, so this photo failed to capture the face of the man in black.

But this sideways silhouette was enough to convince Bailey that it was the mysterious man in black who had just met him today.

There must be no mistake.

It's really a case of searching for nothing but finding it effortlessly.

"Philip, where are you? I'll be there right now." Bailey grabbed his clothes, took the phone and walked out of the ward.

You brat thought you'd run fast, but I didn't think I'd find you even faster. Eat my tofu, touch my chest and you want to run away? No way, I'll let you eat that there's no such thing as free tofu in the world.