Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 230 She's more like your own daughter

The sound over there is extremely noisy, Peter glanced towards the other side, and his cold face sank

a few points.

"Helen, you go out and play for a while, Daddy has something to say to Mommy, okay?"

Peter spoke to Helen in an extremely doting tone.

Helen grinned, revealing eight white teeth and smiled brightly, "Hee hee, yes, yes. Helen has to leave a

little private time for daddy and mommy."

Said playfully made a face, turned and ran away.

Looking at Helen's cheerful back, Adriana couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness inside.

Perhaps, this is the life she wants.

Watching Helen happy is more important than anything else.

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Peter reached out and wrapped his arm around Adriana's waist, his forehead against her forehead, and

smiled warmly, that smile was like the spring breeze in March, making people's hearts warm.

"They're so busy over there, is it appropriate for you to show your love here?"

She looked blushing and a little embarrassed.

With so much experience between Peter, always tit-for-tat before, suddenly this close, really let her

some discomfort.

"What, do you have to stand in front of others for a big show of love?"

The man's handsome face reveals a bad smile, making people cry and laugh.

Is this still the same serious Peter?

Adriana and Peter both went upstairs and went to the study. Peter was buried in the company's

business, while Adriana sat aside and read a book.

Downstairs in the courtyard pond, let Theresa how to search, but did not find that a necklace, she

finally broke down and sat by the pond and cried out, heartbroken.

"Theresa, what necklace is so important? Since you like it so much, Godmother will have someone

build you an identical one tomorrow for you."

Mrs. Alston likes Theresa more, she always looks like a lady in front of her, but today she actually sits

on the floor without any image, which is really shocking.

Naturally, she was a little distressed.

Theresa cried and cried, her tears stopped, wiped the tears on her cheeks with her sleeve, got up

angrily, and the moment she raised her eyes, she saw Adriana standing by the window of the study on

the second floor.

From a short distance away, she seemed to be able to see Adriana's delicate, good-looking cheeks

showing the smug smile of a superior, even the bottom of her eyes were disdain and contempt.

Theresa took a deep breath, snorted coldly, gave Adriana a sharp look and brushed her sleeves away.

"Theresa? Theresa?"

Mrs. Alston called out a few times, but Theresa didn't even look back, didn't even bother, got straight

into her car and drove away.

"Ugh, what's all this about." Mrs. Alston let out a sigh.

Looking back at the dirty and wet servants standing by the pond, he felt inexplicably annoyed and

waved his hand, "What are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up and go change your clothes."

"Yes, ma'am."

A group of maids nodded in unison and responded in unison, then left.

Mrs. Alston entered the house.

But no one cared about the pond full of muddy cement slurry jumping fish, a sudden and untimely

disaster, the most pitiful is the imminent death of these fish.

Knock Knock-

A knock on the study door.

Adriana, standing by the window, glanced back, seemingly still lost in the rather meaningful look

Theresa had just given her when she left.

She just looked at her quietly like that and wondered how she could make Theresa so angry.

Perhaps her arrival was the trigger for Theresa's anger.

"Peter, what exactly did you throw Theresa? Why is her face still hurt?"

Mrs. Alston walked into the room, rushed directly to Peter's face and shouted, "Although she is not your

fiancée now, but you are at least destined to be together, you can't forget your old love when you have

a new one."

As she spoke, Mrs. Alston looked at Adriana with unfathomable eyes, her eyes narrowed slightly, and

only after a moment did she withdraw her gaze.

Peter was working on the document, holding it in one hand, holding a pen in the other, leisurely twirling

the signature pen between his fingers, without looking up, he said, "That thing is mine, I can throw it

away if I want to, do I still need to report it to you?"

An indifferent tone, muddled with disinterest.

"Nonsense, how is what you give out yours, Peter, don't bully people too much. No matter what,

Theresa is my goddaughter, so don't go too far."

Mrs. Alston's slightly clenched fingers knocked on the table at the bones, making a crisp sound that

seemed to signal the owner's angry mood.

The man slowly closed the file and looked up, those icy eyes looking at her, "How does she sound to

me more like your own daughter?"

"You ......"

Mrs. Alston was furious, "Look what you've become! Do you really think I can't control you because

your father is dead? I'm the eldest in this family, I'm always in charge."

"Yes, you are in charge of this family. Then in the future, when you need me to come back, remember

to call me in advance."

He stood up, waved at Adriana and looked back at Mrs. Alston, "Since you're okay, I'll go back first."

"Stop, what do you want?"

She was on fire, with an angry face, pointing at Adriana standing by the window, her fingers trembling

in anger, "For a woman, you don't even want your own mother, do you?"

Peter knitted his brows and looked serious, "You are my mother and will always be my mother, Adriana,

the mother of my two children. Have you ever put yourself in the shoes of your two children while

talking to me like that?"

His tone was flat and he had no intention of arguing with her.

Suddenly said so, Mrs. Alston stunned, anger in that moment extinguished a lot.

The eyebrows knitted up like a distant mountain Dai, looked at Adriana meaningfully, pulled the lips,

wanted to say but stopped, turned and left.

As she walked to the door, she barked without looking back, "Eat before you go."

Bang, closed the door heavily and left.

You can imagine how angry Mrs. Alston is at this moment.

Adriana came over, took Peter's hand, gently rubbed it, sighed, "Peter, you can't do this way, with your

mother, the more you are pampered, you will offend your mother's scales, will make her ...... "

Without waiting for Adriana to finish, Peter put his palm on her forehead and stroked the messy hair in

front of her forehead and pinned it behind her ear.

said, "I just want you to break the ice with Mom as soon as possible."

"I'll leave this one to me."

Adriana felt Peter's concern for her, and her heart warmed up, as if it could slowly melt the cold heart.

She turned and left the room and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Mrs. Alston sits on the couch.

On the stairs, Adriana watched her back, her shoulders cringing now and then, wiping her tears with a

tissue, resigned.

She took a step, her hand over the railing tightened, and quickly walked down.