Chapter 512 She Is Wronged Too


    Chapter 512 She is wronged too


    Dous observed Martha''s expression, and in an instant, he understood what she was thinking.


    At the moment when he knew her mind clear, Dous was so angry and dumbfounded at the same


    time.


    What the hell was this woman thinking? If he wanted to be misunderstood, did she really think she can


    guard against it?


    Martha raised her face, looked at Dous, and asked, "Can I go back now?"


    Even if it was just to go back to get things, Martha wanted to do it as soon as possible.


    Dous said, "Okay, let''s go."


    Martha bit her lip, trying to suppress the urge to say that she could go back and get things by herself.


    Without any dy, the two returned to Martha''s residence.


    At this moment, it was already morning, and the neighborhood was bustling with activity.


    Most of the residents in thismunity were elderly people, and they were all out to bask in the sun


    now.


    Dous'' car was clearly out of ce here.


    However, the elderly had already went through a lot. Even if they were attracted by the sudden


    appearance of luxury car and the young people, they would not think too much or gossip.


    At their age, they were toozy to gossip about other people''s affair.


    Martha got out of the car and searched the vicinity, wanting to see if her slipper was still there, but, sure


    enough, to her disappointment, the slipper was gone.


    Martha said, "Wait for me for a while. I wille down soon."


    She wouldn''t be thinking about ying tricks with Dous right now.


    It was really not necessary anymore.


    Dous had already got out of the car, walked over, and said, "I''ll go up with you."


    Martha wanted to refuse subconsciously, but when she saw Dous'' eyes, she knew very well that she


    had no way to refuse.


    Helpless, Martha could only nod and let Dous go upstairs with her.


    Martha lived on the third floor. The stairs were narrow. The handrails were loose, and there was even a


    lot of dust on them.


    She was very overcautious that Dous probably had never been to such a ce before.


    She was really worried about whether Dous would have any physical difort.


    Martha was secretly observing Dous'' expression, and was relieved to see that it was as usual. He


    didn''t feel ufortable at all.


    Dous even seemed to be a little finicky in many things.


    So, in a ce like this, it was aplete surprise to Martha that he hadn''t lost his temper.


    Martha opened the door, still feeling a little uneasy. She didn''t really want to let Dous in, and was still


    trying to struggle.


    She turned around and said, "Mr. Torres..."


    "I''ve alreadye up, so you want to drive me down?" Dous raised his eyebrows. His appearance


    clearly meant to say: "If you dare to think so, I''ll strangle you to death."


    Martha did think so, but dared not say it.


    Dous said, "You should be d that we''re on the third floor. If it''s thirteenth, you can see if I will push


    you down."


    Martha turned away immediately, and opened the door to let Dous in.


    Dous snorted in satisfaction.


    He walked inside. Theyout could be seen clearly. It can be said that it surprised Dous very much.


    He didn''t even know how Martha would allow herself to live in such a ce.


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    For him, this was not a ce for people to live at all.


    As soon as he walked in, he felt a sense of depression.


    That was Martha''s home. The orientation of it was quite good. The sunlight can shine in, making her


    home quite bright.


    But the roof was so low that Dous felt that something was pressing on top of his head.


    Martha said, "Sit down. I''ll go and tidy things up."


    Dous'' eyes fell on a small sofa. To be honest, with his long legs, sitting on such a sofa would really


    make him feel ufortable.


    However, Dous still sat down on the sofa, which was considered to be the respect for Martha.


    Martha breathed a sigh of relief again, went to fetch a bottle of mineral water for Dous, and then


    went back to the room to sort things out.


    In fact, she had nothing to tidy up.


    She wasn''t nning on staying with Dous permanently either. If she got the chance, she''d want to


    leave.


    So, in just fifteen minutes, Martha got them sorted.


    Dous knew what she was thinking when he saw that she was only carrying a small travel bag, which


    wasn''t even full.


    He licked inside his cheek lightly, but didn''t say much.


    He had offered her the opportunity. Since she was so ungrateful, she shouldn''t me him.


    "Done?" Dous stood up from the sofa. His voice was emotionless.


    Martha nodded and said, "It''s done. Let''s go."


    Dous nodded and said, "Let''s go. I''ve been spending so much time with you. I''m hungry. Go eat


    first."


    Martha really wanted to talk back that she didn''t make him to this. She was wronged if he med her


    so much.


    But, what can be done? He was such a person.


    The two came down from upstairs and returned to the car, but Martha didn''t say another word.


    Anyway, from now on, what she was about to face was a life in prison. Her current mood can be


    described as a life devoid of meaning.