Chapter 8 Fever and Medicine

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Alyana, who was on the side, felt the need to intervene, "It's not a big deal, just a little embarrassing." "Katya," Nikolam ignored Alyana and looked at Katya with a hint of sharpness in his eyes, "You know what kind of person she is. She is now my wife, Nikolam's wife. I hope you understand that." "And also, no matter how satisfied Morris Lom is with you, I'm not. Who I marry is my business. Don't cause trouble. I don't mind dealing with trouble myself." He bluntly exposed, his face solemn with a hint of warning. Katya didn't dare to refute at all, a wicked seed germinating in her heart. She couldn't understand why this woman in front of her was any better than her. Family background? Looks? She could only lower her head for now, not wanting to incur Nikolam's displeasure. However, she firmly believed that one day she would be the mistress of the Lom family. Nikolam didn't linger; he forgot to bring some documents and could have asked