Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1254 Because I only have you in my heart

Raylan didn't say anything, got up and went straight to the off-shoot.

Taking three steps upstairs, she rushed straight into Sandra's bedroom, pushed the door open, and

stood in the doorway questioning, "Why did you refuse?"

Sandra is sitting at the table with a bottle of red wine in her hand, pouring it.

When she heard Raylan's voice, she didn't even turn around, but continued to pour the wine.

Then he picked up the goblet, swirling the red wine in the glass, before looking back at him leisurely,

flaming red lips raised a smile, "because ...... I only have you in my heart, can not tolerate others."

The matter has come to this, there is no point in hiding it.

Sandra chose to come clean.

"Why else do you think I came back to you? And why did I not resist when I knew you were coming to

Obren?"

She took a small sip of red wine, tasted the strong fragrance of the wine, then said: "Motril royalty is

indeed a very big temptation for me. If ...... if I didn't like you, if I was still the same vain loving self,

perhaps I would not hesitate to say yes, and would even be very happy, thinking it was a pie in the sky.

But I'm not the same person I once was."

She slowly shook her head, leaning on the sofa, legs folded, one hand around her chest, "The moment

I was picked up by Obren's people, I already thought of death. So every day I live now is an earned

one. If by chance you can live a few more years is the greatest luck. Of course, if I am forced to marry

Prince Motril, perhaps, I will only have a few days of light."

Sandra took it in stride.

The mind is very calm, no anger, anxiety, or pain.

All the emotions have been experienced at one time or another, and now she is very open and

indifferent in the face of these things.

Raylan's hand propped up on the door frame slightly clenched into a fist, striding up to her, snatching

the goblet from her hand and slamming it directly onto the floor hard, "What choice do you think you

have?"

When everyone thought Sandra would willingly marry Prince Motril, Sandra refused.

The unexpected choice made Raylan a little angry.

He grabbed Sandra's collar, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking down at her, "Why do you think I keep

you around? It's not because I'm interested in you, but because your face has been valuable from the

beginning. Now it's time to show your personal value, and you're telling me you want to back off?"

Raylan has never felt like a good person, and he has never felt anything for Sandra.

Or maybe she was just a pawn on the doorstep.

That's all.

Faced with Raylan's storm, Sandra looked extraordinarily calm, "No matter what you say, I don't want

to marry Prince Motril."

She also has her own reasons for not wanting to marry the prince.

Once married to Prince Motril, she will have nothing to think about for the rest of her life.

Motril was so far away from Waverly that she didn't even have a chance to see Raylan if she wanted to.

From the time Theresa asked her to have plastic surgery, it was destined to be a turning point in her

destiny; she had lost so much and knew what she wanted.

Identified with Raylan, I don't want to change.

"Do you ...... think there's nothing I can do to you?"

Raylan harsh cold eyes slightly narrowed, the deep bottomless pupils released a cold light, the

momentum forced.

He didn't want to do this to Sandra, but it was Sandra that pissed him off.

"You're Raylan, you don't show mercy to anyone but Adriana, and I'm under no illusions about you."

It doesn't feel like Raylan will let her off the hook after she refuses.

The possibility is too small.

It could almost be described as delusional.

"It's good to know."

Raylan shrugged her off.

Turned around and took a glass off the wine cooler from the side, poured a glass of red wine and drank

it all in one go.

Drink as fast as if you were carrying a glass of plain water.

You can imagine how angry the men were.

"I want to know why you are so thin-skinned towards me when I have never harmed you from the

beginning?"

If it was hatred for Adriana, but she asked herself, there was no hatred for Raylan at all.

From taking advantage at the beginning, to finally liking Raylan and wanting to stay by his side, all

impressed by the charm of the man in front of him.

It was then that Sandra learned the charm of love and what it is like to like someone.

Love is something that can make people give up hate.

Even though she was eager to use Raylan to avenge herself, gradually, haunted by love, made her

forget her original purpose.

"It is a sin from the moment you appear in front of me in the shape of Adri."

The most abominable is that time after drinking ......

By and large, it is a lifelong pain that Raylan cannot forget.

Oh ......

Sandra smiled to herself and fell helplessly onto the couch, shaking her head, tears spilling out of her

eyes despite the smile on her face.

"Because a face is a sin, a sin ......"

Killing people to death.

Raylan was really taking a knife, slashing across her heart, bloody gash after bloody slash, and he

couldn't see it.

"Why? Am I, Sandra, not innocent?"

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The red wine spilled out of the corners of the mouth, sliding down the chin to the neck and staining the

white lapel.

She choked up and said, "I had a wonderful, happy family, and it was because Theresa hated Adriana,

just because I was about the same height and voice as Adriana, that she used me as a target. It ruined

my family, it ruined my looks. I pride myself on not being ugly once, but why did I end up like this? What

have I done wrong?"

She covered her heart and cried her heart out.

Tears flowed down like beads with broken strings.

Perhaps the most innocent person in the whole picture is Sandra.

But if she had been on the side of justice from the beginning, perhaps what she would have ushered in

would have been a happy ending. It's just a pity to go astray.

People, standing at the turning point of life, only one chance to choose, once missed, it will be a

mistake again and again.

Listening to her words, Raylan was not the slightest bit moved.

Perhaps this man is originally thin-skinned, only to the woman he loves so much, willing to give

everything.

He will not be gentle with anyone but her.

"I hate, I hate Theresa ruined me all, I endured the humiliation of staying by her side, waiting for an

opportunity to take revenge. But in the end, what ...... she is not dead yet, and I do not dare to lay

hands on her."

As she spoke, the red wine bottle in Sandra's hand slipped to the ground, and she cried out in anguish

as she covered her face with aggression.

"Oooh ...... I just want to be with the person I love, why ...... why is it so hard?"

Because she has lost so much, Sandra knows what she needs.

Nay, she cherished it, but no one gave her a chance.

Because she loves people like no heart, can not feel her passion like fire. On the contrary, her

enthusiasm will make the other party revolting and disgusting.

Raylan took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, opened it up, held a goblet in one hand, walked

out onto the balcony, blew the warm breeze, and sipped the wine.