Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife Chapter 817 - 852: Stifled to the Point of Internal Injury

Alice Conley smiled and teased, "Thanks, maybe I’ll really need you as a driver in the future."

After Daxton drove away, Alice turned around and suddenly froze. She saw Dorian Howards standing not far away, and had no idea how long he’d been watching her.

Alice instantly felt a wave of awkwardness. She initially wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen him and just head into the neighborhood, but on second thought, this situation didn’t seem like a coincidence.

So she took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Alright, you’re here. Is there sothing you need to talk to about?"

Dorian pursed his thin lips without saying a word, but his attractive eyes continued to glare at her.

Alice felt inexplicably guilty under his glare, as if she’d done sothing unforgivable. She thought hard and then said, "Could it be that the 100,000 dollars I gave you last ti wasn’t enough? Not enough to compensate for all the losses you suffered? How much more do you need? Why don’t you give a number?"

As Alice spoke, she couldn’t help but feel pained. You see, for ordinary families like hers, 100,000 dollars was indeed a lot. Even though so of it was from the red packets Dorian had given, there were still tens of thousands more, calculated based on the value of the things Dorian sent to her ho. Dorian always sent good stuff, which, naturally, weren’t cheap.

At this mont, Alice felt fortunate that her father didn’t like foreign liquor, so Dorian sent things like Moutai and Wuliangye. If it was foreign liquor, those high prices would be hard to say.

Dorian gritted his teeth and said, "Those losses I suffered... Alice Conley, do you think 100,000 dollars can compensate? Add more? How much more can you add?!"

Alice thought Dorian’s expression at that mont was downright frightening.

"Dorian, what’s wrong with you? No matter if I can afford to compensate or not, you should at least give a number. If I truly can’t afford it, then let’s negotiate a discount, alright?"

He was about to be driven crazy by her. A discount? Could his feelings be discounted? More annoyed at himself for even discussing such nonsense with her.

This girl, who usually seed clever, suddenly beca unbelievably stupid at tis like this.

Alice was still patiently waiting for him to give a number.

Looking at her, Dorian felt like he was going to burst from internal injuries. After a good while, he coldly asked, "The man who drove you back just now, are you close with him? It seems this is the second ti. I saw him at the restaurant last ti, too?"

Alice thought for a mont, realizing it was indeed the second ti, "But he was in the car just now, and you could still see him?"

"..." He felt an urge to roar, "Of course I saw him, or else would I ask you this?" You should know, he followed them all the way and missed nothing.

"Just a new acquaintance," Alice said, "But we get along pretty well."

"Get along well, right?" he said, "Alice Conley, are you really planning to develop feelings with that man? And that man, does he know you’re carrying soone else’s child?"

A wounded expression flashed across Alice’s face, her complexion turning pale.

Dorian, too, was stunned, realizing he’d slipped up. Even he himself couldn’t quite understand his emotions at that mont, just feeling as if too many negative feelings were pent up in his chest, demanding release.