Love after Divorce

Chapter 907

Amy looked up and saw in a blur that it was Brooklyn's face.

She pinched herself hard and reluctantly stood up on his outstretched hand.

"Mr. Scott, help me."

Brooklyn didn't expect to meet Amy when she came to Kingcardine to run some errands.

He held her up and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Amy looked behind her and gasped, "Let's get out of here first."

Not far away, the car was coming after her, she had to get out of here first.

Brooklyn could feel her hot skin.

He didn't ask anything, helped her into the car and drove away.

Amy sat on the passenger side, like something was scratching inside.

It's hard, it's too hard!

She touched her pants pocket and wanted to stick another silver needle in it.

Only to find that the needle had fallen out at some point.

The evil fire in her heart was wearing out, and she was breathing harder and harder.

Brooklyn drove on, hearing her rapid breathing, her brow furrowed.

He raised his hand and touched her forehead, "Amy, what's wrong with you?"

Amy's big watery eyes looked at him, her hands were hard, and she pinched herself hard.

"Mr. Scott, I ......"

She tried to say something, but her voice came out with a hint of broken longing.

It's soft and charming.

Brooklyn is not unseen.

Seeing this look on her face, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Amy, you're not being set up, are you?"

Amy bit her lip and mewled, sweat dripping down her forehead.

Brooklyn throttle to the bottom, face slightly condensed, "You first bear a little, I will take you to the

hospital immediately."

Amy didn't squeal, just moved her body with difficulty and kept pinching her arms and inner thighs.

I hope the pain will keep myself sane.

Brooklyn glanced at her and saw that her arm had long been bruised and battered, and he could not

help but feel a pang of pain.

He pulled a tissue from the center console and handed it to Amy, "Amy, aren't you a doctor? Can't you

control it yourself first?"

The scent of belonging to a man comes over you.

The remaining sanity in Amy's heart is lax.

She took Brooklyn's hand in hers with a cry in her voice.

"Brooklyn, I can't stand it, help me!"

Brooklyn's heart jumped, feeling the burn in Amy's hand, and her words stuttered.

"How can I help?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Amy slipped his hand right into her shirt.

The woman's body heat wrapped around his large palm.

Brooklyn's hand on the steering wheel shook and the car went to the side.

He hurriedly applied a sharp brake and watched the trees on the side of the road sway in the cold wind,

his heart pounding hard.

The woman beside her, her slender arms have wrapped around her.

Brooklyn hurriedly held her down and swallowed, "Amy, you, you wait, I, I can't do this, right?"

"It's OK, please!"

Amy's remaining sanity completely dissipated as she leaned over slightly and moved over to plug his

mouth.

Brooklyn: "......"

It was her initiative!

Don't blame him when you're sober!

So after tonight, he is a single dog can not get off?

The other side.

Daniel took a call from one of his men and said that he did not see Amy going out from the TCM clinic

after work.

They checked the surveillance and only saw Elliot's car leave at the side entrance of the CME.

His phone was on speakerphone and both Louis and Violet heard it.