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Chapter 2271
Wilson walked in, looked at her with those deep black eyes, then walked away with long legs and picked up a pair of black trousers with slender fingers, turned his back, and put it on himself, “What’s wrong?”
He asked in a low voice.
Avella looked at the man’s sturdy back. When he was wearing pants, the shoulder blades and the two backbones were arched, and then completely opened, like the wings of an eagle hovering in the night sky, so wild and powerful.
There are many matchmakers who have pursued her these years, but she hasn’t caught attention.
She couldn’t tell the reason, she thought, if a woman is lucky enough to meet a man like Wilson in her life, then those other men won’t be eye-catching.
This man is strong, bloody, and knows the vicissitudes of life, women probably love such a man, want to be gently touched by his rough palms, want to hold him in arms, let him stop in your arms, and take a nap.
“Wilson, give me the dirty clothes you took off. I will take them to help you wash them and send them back after they are clean.” Avella said.
Wilson “brushed” the black belt around his waist and tied it up, then pulled out his long legs and picked up all the dirty clothes that had been wet outside, and walked into the bathroom, “No need, you go out.”
The man stood tall with long legs beside the washstand, lowered his tall body, and began to wash his dirty clothes.
He refused.
She wanted to wash his clothes, but he refused.
There was a deep disappointment in Avella’s eyes. Now the whole room was quiet, except for the sound of washing clothes from the bathroom.
Wilson’s rough palm grabbed his und3rwear and carefully washed it there, then washed it with clean water, and finally put the clothes on the hanger.
Men tend to be informal, and the damp shirts and trousers are hanging on the hanger, crumpled, looking very funny.
“Wilson, why did you hurt the back of your head?” Avella suddenly found the wound on the back of Wilson’s head. She said nervously, “Hurry up and sit down and let me bandage you…”
The wound on the back of his head didn’t know when it appeared there, and he didn’t even hum.
“Get out!” Wilson spit out two indifferent words from his thin dry lips.
Avella quickly froze.
Wilson raised his eyes and glanced at her faintly, “It’s late now, I’m fine, go out.”
Avella knows what Neil said just now, he didn’t care about it, after all, so he wouldn’t give her any hope.
If he hadn’t met the girl named Beth, maybe he could just leave it alone.
But he met.
Avella didn’t go out, she quickly stepped forward, rushed over, hugged Wilson, hugged tightly, and said aggrieved, “Wilson, why are you so indifferent to me? You make me very sad. What do you want me to do so you can like me a little bit?”
Avella is really jealous of Beth, because when he was with Beth, he was completely different. He gave all the tenderness of his life to Beth.
Wilson had already frowned, and his voice sank, “Avella, let go!”
“No, I’m not, Mr. Wilson, let me hold it for a while, and it will be fine after a while,” Avella begged.
Wilson wouldn’t agree to this begging, he stretched out his hand to push Avella away.
But the next second, the door was pushed open directly, and someone came.
Wilson immediately raised his head, he saw Beth’s beautiful figure by the door, Beth is here!
“Allan, I wrote…” Beth held a small original in her hand. She was talking, but when she saw a scene in the room, her voice stopped abruptly.
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