Dianna’s heart skipped a beat, what grand plan of having a son, he already had a daughter.
When she cos back, she would tell him this good news.
Dianna clutched his shirt tightly with her little hands and whispered, "But, I’m still hurt..."
"Hasn’t it healed?" His rough fingertip grazed the scar on her lower abdon.
Her lower abdon was flat, her skin smooth, but now it bore a scar.
But after so ti of undergoing a minor surgery, the scar on her lower abdon could be removed.
He was tall and large, his intense masculine presence completely engulfed her, very aggressive, "But, I’m afraid..."
"Afraid of what?" Mort Thorne lifted her to sit on the washbasin, "I’ll be gentle."
He kissed her red lips.
...
An hour later.
Mort Thorne carried Dianna from the bathroom to the hospital bed, he pulled up his pants and then bent down to kiss her flushed little face forcefully, "I’m leaving now."
Dianna, drenched in fragrant sweat, was weak all over. She buried her face in the pillow and then reached out her little hand to hold onto his large hand, as if she didn’t want him to leave, or simply acting coy.
Mort Thorne’s bronze skin was covered with a layer of sweat, flowing along his firm muscles, wild and seductive.
He looked down at her sweet expression, then at her little hand, and extended his tongue to lick his dry thin lips, he smiled, "Not enough?"
Dianna quickly withdrew her little hand.
Mort Thorne’s long eyebrows relaxed completely, tender and lingering, if he lingered any longer, he probably couldn’t leave.
Didn’t want to leave, just wanted to stay snuggled with her.
"I’m really leaving."
"Co back soon."
"Okay." Mort Thorne turned and left.
He left.
Dianna rolled over, lying flat on the bed, his breath seed to remain on her body, she reached out and pulled the quilt over to quietly cover her little face.
Beneath the quilt, the girl’s eyes were bright as snow, her lips curved in a smile.
...
Mort Thorne went on a mission, and the next day Dianna flew to Z Country to find the old commander.
She stayed in Z Country for two days, each ti she went to the military base, she was stopped outside, the guards wouldn’t even let her in.
Her position was too low, she wasn’t qualified to see the old commander, and the report from above hadn’t been approved.
That day she ca again to the barracks, the sentries in the guard pavilion outside already recognized her, "Young lady, why have you co again? I really can’t let you see the commander, not to ntion the old commander has an important military eting today and has no ti to see you."
Dianna looked through the iron gate towards the inside, a few bulletproof jeeps drove in, the jeeps flying a red banner, their license plates were impressive beyond belief.
A group of uniford high-ranking military officials ca over, forming two lines, all awaiting the person in the front bulletproof car.
Soon, the car door opened, and Julian Carter stepped out.
It was Dianna’s first ti seeing Julian Carter in person. This high-ranking commander, though over fifty, was still vigorous, emanating an aura of authority and awe without anger, truly a person in power.
Julian Carter got out of the car and directly headed for the high-level conference room, his private secretary following behind, handing him the docunts for today’s eting.
The high-ranking officers respectfully followed him.
They were going to a eting.
Dianna’s eyes lit up, knowing that if she missed this opportunity, there wouldn’t be another.
She grabbed the iron gate with her little hands and shouted, "Commander, please wait!"
Julian Carter paused, turned around, and looked at Dianna.
The sentry was startled, turning pale, he never expected Dianna to be so bold. He quickly ran out to drive Dianna away, "Young lady, I warn you, if you don’t leave now, you’ll be arrested for obstruction of official duties."
Julian Carter looked at Dianna, showing no emotion, then turned away.
Two sentries ca to drive Dianna away. Dianna looked at Julian Carter’s back, "Commander, I request to see you, maybe I don’t have the right to see you, but what about Blood Eagle, doesn’t Blood Eagle?"
Julian Carter stopped, and slowly turned back.
Dianna shrugged off the two sentries, then climbed over the iron gate in one leap.
She easily got over the gate and into the base.
In such a heavily guarded military area, the gate was equipped with alarms, and with Dianna’s leap, the red alarm lights quickly flashed, a rustle of footsteps followed, and over ten soldiers arrived, pointing the most advanced sniper rifles directly at her head, her heart, all over.
"Young lady, who are you, stop now, I will start counting one, two, three, if you don’t stop, we will shoot you on the spot!" soone shouted.
Dianna didn’t look at anyone, she focused directly on Julian Carter ahead, then strode forward, "Commander, I’m sorry to et you this way, let introduce myself first, I am Blood Eagle’s fiancée."
Dianna reached out and tore off the red string around her neck, revealing a diamond ring.
Last night, in their passionate mont, Mort Thorne had hung the red string from his neck around hers.
"One."
"Two."
Soone was already counting, and over ten sniper rifles could riddle her with bullets.
Clutching the diamond ring in her hand, Dianna continued forward without hesitation, straightening her delicate and beautiful back, speaking each word firmly and powerfully, "As a soldier’s family mber, I know I shouldn’t enter the base like this. If he knew, he would definitely scold , saying I embarrassed him, but I had to co."
"Blood Eagle, is there anyone here who hasn’t heard his na? For nearly 30 years he’s fought, 30 years, countless days and nights, dedicating all his youth and passion to his country."
"He has many roles, he is a senior commander of the Blood Eye troops, known across military, political, and judicial fields, he’s the grim reaper to all international criminals, the father figure to many mountain children, and my husband. Many admire him but don’t know him, yet many who know him have sacrificed their lives to protect him."
"I’m here not to plead for him, we don’t need to plead, I’m here to state facts. What should belong to him shouldn’t be handed over to others!"
"The military, such a sacred place, where his initial beliefs and the most fervent desires lie, you are all children of our motherland, and so is Blood Eagle; only he’s the unfortunate one, wandering outside. In his ti of grievance, I hope our motherland can open her arms to embrace him, to let him know that what he’s always held dear and loved, also loves him back, showing him he was never alone on this path filled with the rush of ti, blood, and tears."
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