Chapter 189 My Sweet Wife


    nca''s heart beat fast. She had never been so nervous like now. The vi they got to was the one


    she came to with Matthew the day before yesterday, but she had no opportunity to see Ernest Butler at


    that time.


    "Nervous?"


    Of course...


    nca thought Matthew''s question was like nonsense. She was so nervous that her hands were full of


    cold sweat. No matter what the result would be, she had to take this opportunity to find out her identity.


    "I... I''m a little scared." nca told Matthew calmly. She began to trust Matthew. She was really


    nervous and told Matthew frankly. Matthew had thought that she would be angry after hearing his


    question, but he didn''t expect that she would be so honest.


    A smile appeared on his handsome face. Then he put his big hand on nca''s shoulder and pulled her


    into his arms. His voice was unusually gentle and charming. "Don''t be nervous. I will... protect you, my


    sweet wife."


    Sweet wife?


    nca red at him. She found that Matthew had changed a lot since that thing happenedst night.


    They had already walked in while they were talking. nca saw the old man sitting in the living room


    as soon as she got in.


    He had gray hair and was about seventy years old. He was wearing traditional clothes and looked


    dignified. It was obvious that he was a knowledgeable man.


    Was this her family?


    Tears welled up in nca''s eyes. She was so nervous that she even didn’t know how she should


    behave. At this moment, Ernest also saw them. He picked up his presbyopic sses from the table and


    said, "Matthew,e here."


    The old man''s voice was a little hoarse, but it was obvious that he had been elegant when he was


    young.


    nca stood there, forgetting to move. Matthew held her arms and took her forward. She walked in a


    daze with him. Would Ernest Butler be her family member? She tried to find something simr to Ernest


    from herself but got nothing.


    "Mr. Butler, what can I do?" He finally found a time toe here after Ernest called himst time.


    Ernest also saw nca. He felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy when he looked at her. He was


    surprised, but he quickly recovered, so nca didn’t notice it.


    "Is this your wife? She looks beautiful and gentle. How old are you, Mrs. Grant?"


    "Twenty-two."


    nca sat nervously on the sofa. Her palms were covered with cold sweat, and her nails were deeply


    sunken in her palms. Could Ernest Butler know who her parents were?


    "Mr. Butler..." Matthew reminded Ernest when he saw Ernest was stunned. He had also noticed the


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    strange atmosphere between the two of them. Did nca really have any connection with Mr. Butler?


    "Ahem... Matthew, in fact, I call you here just for a little case. You know my granddaughter, Malinda, is


    close to Louise. I heard that you locked Louise up today, and she..." There was no need to go on. At


    this point, Matthew had understood what Ernest meant.


    But he didn''t expect that Mr. Butler also knew this matter.