Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Chapter 33 Marry Her!

The corridor turned into dead silence again as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the room was also silent. Verena was sleeping on the left side of the bed while Lemuel

was on the right. Only the breath of them echoed in the room.

Two hours later, Verena's finger suddenly twitched a bit. Then her face turned burning blushed.

She couldn't help wriggling on the bed, unconscious still. She felt burning hot all over as if she were lit

up.

She couldn't help ripping off her own clothes.

Meanwhile, Lemuel also started to react because of the philter.

The cottons floated in the air, looking like white snow.

Both of them clung to each other on the queen bed. Shirt and pants scattered around under the bed.

Thirsty feelings surged up in her throat. She licked her chapped lips and murmured, "Water!"

But she heard no reply. She couldn't help swallowing and opened her eyes, blurred. However, she

didn't expect that she actually saw a perfect male profile with thin and cold lips and Roman nose as

soon as she opened her eyes!

She was rendered totally stunned and her mind went blank all of a sudden.

As she gradually collected herself, she couldn't help trembling. She had no idea why Lemuel was

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And what happened last night?

When she saw the hickey on her chest, her face turned pale and she hurried to sat up while wrapping

herself with quilt. She kept gasping.

However, as soon as she sat up, Wilson pushed the door opened to enter. When seeing that, she

looked deadly pale!

She kept grabbing the quilt tight and couldn't help trembling all over. She was trapped in panic and

chill.

What happened exactly!

At this moment, Lemuel, who was in sound sleep just now, gradually opened his eyes and happened to

see Verena, who was curling herself up beside. He suddenly squinted and a trace of surprise flashed

across his eyes. But then he supported himself up on the bed.

When seeing Lemuel wake up, Wilson stared at them with his deterrent-looking eyes, "Is there anyone

of you who will explain to me what happened last night?"

When hearing that, Verena kept trembling fiercely again. She tried hard to recall what happened last

night.

Lemuel kept silent as well while frowning. Obviously, he was trying to recall what happened last night.

"Say it!" Wilson's voice turned to be deeper!

Lemuel seemed to notice something fishy and then looked at him coldly, "I should be the one who

asked you or her about this question! You have no right to question me!"

"What do you mean by saying that?" Wilson squinted.

"Do you deemed it so tricky to be understood? It was you who made this plot or her."

While speaking, he put on the shirt and buttoned it, looking idle.

When hearing that, Verena raised up her head and refuted, "No! I didn't!"

Her voice was loud and firm. However, it still trembled a bit.

"Do you deem your own words convincing?" Lemuel looked at her from above and sneered.

Verena felt chilled and kept repeating, "Not me! I swear I didn't! Not me! I had no plot! No!"

She had no idea how things turned to this deadend! She was so confused. Of course she didn't get

involved in this conspiracy on her own initiative.

"I have to figure out the truth! But since it happens, how are you going to deal with it?" Lemuel huffed

with stern voice.

How to deal with it? At the thought of that, Verena couldn't help trembling just like a fallen leaf floating

in the air powerlessly. She didn't dare to assume the consequence!

If she were to be driven out of the Lawson Mansion, it would mean that the treatment of her father

would be shut.

She curled herself up on the bed, feeling freezing cold all over.

She had already noticed how awful the final result would be. What an absurd destiny!

Tears shed down her eyes. She couldn't help sneering.

"Just deal with it with your own way. I show no interest in it." Lemuel's charming face still remained cold

and calm as if nothing had happened.

He continued to put on his pants and simply ignored both Verena and Wilson. Then he was about to

walk out of the room.

"Stop!" Wilson huffed while staring at his back, "Let me tell you my own way to deal with it!"

Since it happened and it was inevitable, Verena had no choice but to close her eyes to wait for

disposal.

"My way to deal with it is that…" Wilson paused a bit and then pointed at Verena to emphasize each

single word, "Marry her!"

When hearing that, Verena felt like being shock by a bolt from the blue. She seemed to be frozen on

spot, unmoved.

What did he say?

Lemuel, who was about to leave the room, suddenly stopped and turned around with a sneer. Then he

said to Wilson, "Do you turn to have craze for kidding?"

"You should know that I never kid anyone else. It's the same still this time. My solution is to make you

marry her!" Wilson's face looked serious and stern. Then he continued, "Marry her as soon as

possible!"

Lemuel sneered again and stared at him coldly just like a predator, "Just continue with your daydream!"

"Don't you want that thing?" Wilson kept staring at him.

"Are you going to threaten me with that thing again?" Lemuel's eyes emitted a trace of scary light and it

fixed on Wilson. Then he continued, "Don't even think about it!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and disappeared from the room.

Wilson frowned and then looked at Verena, "Wash yourself up. I will see you in the study."

As his footsteps got far away and then she couldn't hear with her ears, Verena finally collected herself

and went into the bathroom.

When the tepid water streamed down her body, she closed her eyes and started to ponder to think

about this weird experience.

Suddenly, she recalled that there was a glass of juice made by Sammy. Her face changed a bit and

there seemed to be something popping out in her mind.

Wilson was sitting beside the desk in the study. His face looked solemn while touching the photo in

front of him, in which he looked young with nice suit while hugging a smiling boy—Lemuel, who was

only ten years old at that time. There was an beautiful and elegant lady standing beside him—she was

actually the mother of Lemuel, Aleena May.