Mrs. Hawn, Your Disguise Was Penetrated

Asher Hawn's bottomless eyes fell straight on Nora Smith's face.

His magnetic voice lingered in Nora Smith's ears.

Breathing a little, Nora Smith raised his eyes to his deep eyes, curled the corner of his pie mouth and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Asher Hawn smiled faintly. "I heard every word you said just now."

"What am I saying? You heard it." Nora Smith glared at Asher Hawn with embarrassment and exasperation.

This black-bellied man pretended to be dizzy and lied to her!

If she had known this, she shouldn't have been so worried about him.

Asher Hawn stretched out his big, well-boned hand, took Nora Smith's hand, placed hers in his palm, and attached the other hand, which wrapped Nora Smith's hand tightly.

"You said you would do anything for me as long as I woke up, and now I have woken up." He spoke in a low tone. "Will you marry me?"

The warm temperature of Asher Hawn came from the palm of your hand, and an inexplicable throb surged in Nora Smith's heart.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Nora Smith sipped his lips.

"I'm courting you." Asher Hawn picked the knife-shaped eyebrows, and his deep eyes seemed to be a forgetful water, which could drown people.

Pursue …

Nora Smith's heart beat a little faster.

At this moment, in the ward, it is really out of date to say this.

Nora Smith pulled out his hand and began coldly. "All those words I said just now are invalid. Who told you to pretend to be dizzy and lie to me?"

"There is no regret in playing chess and it cannot be invalidated." Asher Hawn frowned.

Nora Smith: …

The atmosphere in the ward was awkward for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, Asher Hawn cleared his throat. "After two months, can you give me an answer I want?"

Nora Smith thought about it seriously and nodded. "I'll give you an answer then."

Asher Hawn's eyes flashed with a certain determination to win, and he believed that he would get the answer he wanted.

"Aren't you pretending to be unconscious? Don't lie down quickly." Nora Smith changed the subject. "Don't let anyone see."

"No, the bodyguard is outside." Asher Hawn said with a faint look.

As soon as the voice just fell, Nora Smith's cell phone rang.

Looking down, it's grandpa calling.

Nora Smith picked up the phone and called sweetly, "Grandpa."

"Nora, are you all right?" Charlie's voice came through the radio waves.

Nora Smith smiled and said, "Of course it's okay."

"Are those reports on the news true?" Charlie asked again.

Nora Smith replied, "There is truth or falsehood. Grandpa, don't worry about it. Fish when you should fish, and water the flowers when you should. I will take care of things here."

"What do I care?" Grandpa Nora Smith laughed on the other end of the phone. "If I guessed correctly, is the news report that Asher Hawn was blown into a coma pretending?"

"Grandpa, you even know this..." Nora Smith sipped his lips and admired his grandfather.

"I'm not sure, but listen to your voice. How can my fiance be unconscious and still so calm?" Grandpa Nora Smith touched his beard and smiled heartily.

"Grandpa, don't talk nonsense, he is not my fiance. I will break off my engagement with him as soon as the three-month agreement comes." Nora Smith's tone with a little shyness, half-truths said.

"Come on, I'll water the flowers." Grandpa Nora Smith hangs up the phone.

Put your cell phone away. When Nora Smith looks back, Asher Hawn's frosty breath comes to her face.

"Is it true what you said to your grandfather just now?"

Asher Hawn's eyebrows frowned, and the woman always talked about breaking off the engagement. What do you mean?

"You'll see." Nora Smith ignored the displeasure of the man in front of him and said faintly, "I promised you that I would give you an answer in two months."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Lie down quickly." Nora Smith lowered his voice.

Asher Hawn lay down slowly, and Nora Smith helped him cover the quilt.

Opening the door, I saw Jones standing at the gate of the ward.

"Jones, what's up?" Nora Smith asked.

Jones looked into the room, in a somewhat concerned tone. "How is he, Asher?"

Nora Smith lowered his eyes, sighed deeply and said, "It's still the same, unconscious."

"What did the doctor say? When will he wake up?" Jones asked.

Nora Smith shook his head, his face full of sadness. "The doctor said... the chances of waking up are slim."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, then he tapped Nora Smith on the shoulder, comforting her. "Don't worry too much, Asher will be all right."

"I hope so." The faint way of Nora Smith.

After a pause, Nora Smith seemed to think of something. "By the way, have you found out the identity of the dead in the explosion?"

"That's why I'm here." Jones cleared his throat and said, "The identities of the two dead have been found out. This is the warehouse keeper. Those problematic materials are also the hands and feet of these two private individuals."

"Why would they do that?" Nora Smith asked, pretending to be anxious.

"Here's the thing. These two warehouse keepers have never performed well and have been criticized by the leaders. They are dissatisfied with the company and want revenge." Jones shrugged and said, "As for the explosion, it was completely accidental. One of the warehouse keepers smoked illegally and the cigarette butts fell on the problematic raw materials, causing the explosion."

"I didn't expect this to be the case." Nora Smith frowned. "Just because of a little thing, it has caused so much trouble to the company."

"Now the Internet is full of news about the explosion. I want to hold a press conference to clarify and make the truth public, so as not to be full of suspicion about the company." Jones looked inquiringly at Nora Smith. "What do you think, Nora?"

Nora Smith nodded approvingly. "Jones, you are very thoughtful. This matter will bother you."

"What about Clark..." Jones hesitated.

"Clark is not familiar with the French situation. Now Asher Hawn is unconscious. It is most appropriate for you to clarify the press conference." Nora Smith smiled faintly.

"OK, then I'll prepare." Jones looked down again at Asher Hawn, who was lying in the hospital bed, and then turned away.

"How was it? Did I do well?" After Joneses left, Nora Smith returned to the hospital bed and looked back at the man in the hospital bed.

Asher Hawn's eyes grew cold.. Since Joneses couldn't wait, they had a good time.