Chapter 120

Maximo Anderson's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened, and he slowly adjusted his emotions. After a while, he said, "It's been a long time in the past, so there's no need to mention it again." Jillian Ward looked at the strange Maximo Anderson and bit himself slightly? Table tennis? In the ward of the hospital, Rachel Peter woke up late at night, and Harold Smith sat beside the bed and kept guarding her. Seeing Harold Smith, Rachel Peter touched his still bulging belly with both hands, heaved a deep sigh of relief, slowly reached out to hold Harold Smith's hand, and said in a low voice, "Harold, I’m sorry, I just Because I love you so much, I can't control myself." Harold Smith looked at the white hand on the back of his hand, reached out and pushed her hand away, got up and looked at her, "You don't love me too much, you are too selfish. The same method has been used time and time again, only It's disgusting." He criticized in a cold voice, his deep eyes slo