What kind of thing is Harry Snowpine, in Kris Cooper's view, that man doesn't even have the qualification to carry Vera Wave's shoes.
Just thinking about his woman, being held by such a bastard, stirs up a wave of anger in his heart.
"From now on... don't mention his name."
Knock knock knock!
The sound of knocking on the door rang out.
Vera Wave hurriedly withdrew her hand, Kris Cooper knew she was embarrassed, reached out to hold her right hand that had the needle, and carefully placed her back at the head of the bed.
"Come in."
Andre Colin walked in, his gaze swept over Vera Wave, whose face was slightly red and dared not meet his eyes, and landed on Kris Cooper's face, with an inquisitive look in his eyes.
"Wait for me a moment."
Gently whispering to Vera Wave, Kris Cooper stood up and led Andre Colin out of the ward.
He only stopped walking when they were a little further away.
