Wolves, Maces, And Blood novel Chapter 33

Sean’s voice was small, but powerful.

“What did you say???”

Debbie’s smirk froze on her face and her heart shuddered. She thought her ears were out of order and hesitated, “Say it again!”

Again?

Come on. Wasn’t she embarrassed enough?

“Mom!”

Chloe blushed and tears filled her eyes. Her voice was somewhat choked. She rushed over and pulled Debbie out of the Mulsanne without another word, saying, “He’s right. He bought Cecilia the clothes, and he bought Cecilia the car. Hudson left in a hurry and didn’t get me anything…”

Bam!

Debbie just got out of the car. When she heard this, her legs gave out and she squatted down on the ground.

Her expression was extremely ugly!

$900,000 clothes, $6 million car…

Oh, my god!

Was it true that this burly, homely, poorly dressed fellow had been held in prison for five years? Did he just get out?

Was he really a rapist?

He spent more than $7 million casually. That was way more than Hudson.

Suddenly, Debbie’s sanity nearly collapsed.

“Thank you for your cooperation.”

Sean smiled, put Phyllis in his arms, closed the passenger door, pulled out the keys, and locked the door.

She was just a lady next door. He really didn’t want to show her off.

But he couldn’t help it.

He didn’t want to show off, but Debbie insisted on showing off and came after him like a mad dog. “So sorry, showing off in front of me is like trying to get killed, you are not qualified!”

He turned to leave when Phyllis in his arms asked, “Uncle, what is a rapist?”

Sean’s eyelids twitched.

“Why did you ask that?”

He asked.

Phyllis pointed her hand at Debbie and said, “Just now, when you and mom weren’t here, Grandma Debbie said that you were a rapist and that she was going to find mommy another man ten times better than you.”

There was a naive doubt in her young voice.

She didn’t mean to complain.

Phyllis really didn’t understand, so she just asked.

“Was she?”

Sean stopped and turned to look at Debbie. His gentle eyes suddenly became extremely cold. A dark strength was released, and the cold breath enveloped Debbie and Chloe instantly.

Bam!

Chloe had just helped Debbie to her feet. When they met Sean’s eyes, their faces changed, their hearts trembled, and they squatted on the ground together as if out of control.

It was as if they had fallen into an ice cave!

So cold!

Indescribably cold, the ambient temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees. It was warm a moment ago, and suddenly it was cold. And it was as if a great invisible hand had imprisoned their bodies and pressed them to the ground.

It was a weird and scary feeling.

“You’re not being polite.”

Sean looked down at the two of them. His held Phyllis in left hand. His right hand rose slowly and he said, “You deserve to be hit.”

He didn’t usually hit women.

That was when Sean pulled back.

“Okay.”

Looking into Cecilia’s eyes and feeling the warmth from her hand, Sean’s cold eyes gradually become gentler.

It was the first time Sean had held Cecilia’s hand in five years.

It was warm and soft.

Cecilia blushed and her heart raced. She realized something was wrong and tried to pull her hand back, but how could Sean let her? With a backhand grab, he turned from passive to active, leaving Phyllis in his left hand and Cecilia in his right, then they left.

“Come on! Let’s go home!”

Sean gave Cecilia a look as if to say, “You are my wife, holding your hand is my right!”

It was very bossy.

Cecilia blushed more, even slightly hotter.

But instead of fighting, she let Sean hold her hand and stayed with him. For some reason, after only half a day together, walking with Sean gave her a rare sense of security.

She felt at home.

Sean seemed to stand in front of her and solve any problem she had. This feeling of being protected by others formed a sharp contrast with the oppression and bullying endured in the past five years, creating a huge gap.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of a family of three intertwine with each other, being pulled very long.

The picture was warm and sweet.

In Marcia and Matthew Moore’s eyes, however, it didn’t seem so harmonious. They both looked at each other and saw the worry in each other’s eyes.

“Cecilia isn’t really having a crush on him, is she?”

Marcia groaned ominously and said with a bitter face, “No, I will have to talk to him later. He has so much money, and yet he comes to our family as a live-in son-in-law. What on earth is his plan!”

Then she pushed Matthew Moore to catch up with them.