President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 885 It’s Brother

Queeny gave an instinctive struggle, but with her arms solidly clamped, she was unable to move and

could only throw a blindfold scowl at the guy.

The guy issued an icy laugh.

Without saying more, he heaved her upon his shoulder and went out.

Queeny was horrified.

One would feel an acute sense of insecurity with one’s feet off the ground.

Not knowing who this guy was or where he was taking her, Queeny was overwhelmed with misgiving.

She secretly tautened her body for a desperate fight.

Before she could even move a finger, however, she heard the guy’s cold voice.

“Don’t waste your energy. I hate to fight with a woman, so don’t challenge my patience. Be good, and

I’ll put you down when we get there.”

Queeny’s ready strike froze.

The guy’s shoulder was burly and muscular, the jutting muscles stabbing her belly.

It was obvious that this guy also practiced martial arts.

Tied up and a captive, Queeny thought now that her life was not threatened, she’d better assume an

obedient façade and wait for a better timing to strike back.

With these thoughts, her taut muscles gradually slackened.

A few minutes later, Queeny gathered from the sound of the footsteps that they had entered a house

and were walking on a carpet.

She concluded that they were almost there.

Sure enough, the guy soon paused and let her down.

“Chief, she’s here.”

Chief? Of what?

Queeny frowned.

Still perplexed, she felt a shadow pass over her eyes and then a hand get around to the back of her

head and untie the blindfold.

Stung by the sudden light, Queeny grimaced.

Opening her eyes, she saw a neat and opulent room.

Standing before her was a tall man in a black jacket and black trousers with his hands in the trousers

pockets, looking down at her with a vague smile.

“Miss Horton, we meet at last.”

Queeny was stunned.

She fixed her eyes on the man’s face. A blizzard of pictures flashed across her mind, countless

fragments of unknown episodes dashing by.

A sharp headache descended on her.

She clamped her head, breaking into sweat with the pain.

“Ah!”

A stifled roar escaped her throat. Queeny curled up on the floor and trembled with the headache.

What was the matter?

How could this happen?

This face, this face…

The face suddenly came nearer.

He looked at her and cooed in a soothing voice, “What’s wrong, Miss Horton? Is it a bad headache?”

“You must feel my face quite familiar, don’t you? Feel we’ve met before? Good girl, we have indeed,

when you were tiny. You remember? I took your hand, held you in my arms, and bought you sweets.

What did you call me then?”

Gazing at him, Queeny broke into tears.

“Bro…Brother…”

The man smiled and reached out to caress her face. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, it’s Brother. Don’t cry, good girl. Brother adores you.”

Saying that, the man picked her up from the floor into his arms.

Watching the scene, the silver-masked guy stood flabbergasted.

“Chief…” he stammered.

“You have no business here now.”

Ramon cut him off coldly. “You can go out.”

“Well…”

The masked guy hesitated. Ramon threw him a chilly glance, and he finally retreated grudgingly.

Queeny was taken to the bedroom.

She was pale and drenched in sweat, as if she had just been salvaged from the water.

She glazed at Ramon, who put her on the bed and fetched a towel to softly wipe the sweat off her face.

“Queeny dear, do you feel bad? Come on, have a good sleep. Brother’s here with you.”

Queeny’s mind was in chaos.

It felt like her mind was being gnawed at by something, which caused this terrible headache.

Some fragments of memory not belonging to her surfaced from the depth of her mind. She shuddered

with the attempts to ban them.

Looking at Ramon and listening to his soft words, she began to feel drowsy in spite of herself.

At last, unable to resist the sleepiness, she sank into slumber.

When she woke up, it was already late at night.

She opened her eyes and found herself on a luxurious bed.

Startled, Queeny got up instinctively and checked herself.

Then she heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, her clothes were intact and her body felt nothing wrong.

Unlike a man, it was not death that a female dreaded most when she got caught by the enemy.

It was the humiliating violation before death.

Queeny didn’t boast lofty principles, but she’d rather fight herself to death with her violators than allow

them to get away with their brutality.

But now it seemed everything was fine.

While relieved, she grew more curious about why they captured her.

Queeny got out of bed and went outside.

She had thought that the kidnappers must be keeping a close eye on her, having taken such pains to

get her.

There must be dozens of men on guard, if not fortified gates, barbed wires or things like that.

To her amazement, she was free to walk anywhere from the bedroom to the sitting room and beyond.

Until she walked to the gate, she had caught sight of nobody besides herself.

Queeny’s heart pounded violently in her chest.

Looking around and confirming that there were none, she was tempted to escape.

If not now, when?

It might have been a trap, but Queeny didn’t care.

She strode out of the gate.

However, she had barely stepped beyond the gate when she realized something eerie.

She stopped and turned to look behind her.

Greeting her eyes was a vista of undulating mountains lying in silhouette, like a huge wild animal

looming in darkness. The villa in front of her was ancient and imposing, with a curious hint of familiarity.

Queeny stood in bewilderment.

She was sure that she had never been here before.

But why did it feel so familiar?

The sharp pang of headache attacked her again.

She couldn’t help but clasp her head and look down, feeling something pulsating fiercely in her bosom

and threatening to jump out of her throat.