Chapter 870: Chapter 870: Is He...Crying?_1

Chapter 870

"The damn Cold Lizard is too brutal! How could he do that to a girl!"

"I heard it’s because the newcomer refused to obey and wouldn’t sleep with him. And she nearly ruined his manhood; he’s still in a wheelchair because of that!"

"How pitiful! Right after waking up, she continues to be punished and will have to sweep the floor as a punishment."

Those sounds that had long sunk into the dust were echoing more and more clearly in Alexander Foster’s ears at this moment.

"What’s wrong?"

Suddenly, Chloe Collins’ voice came, and he quickly turned his head to face the street outside.

His eyes, filled with hostility and regret, were slightly reddened!

Chloe Collins stared at his left hand, which was suddenly clenched into a fist, and his unwillingness to look at her. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I’ve never called him by the name of brother."

The man nodded, still not turning his head.

His knuckles were still protruding significantly, as if he was using all his strength to control a certain emotion.

Five seconds later, his hand slowly relaxed, and his face turned back.

The mask blocked the upper part of his face, so his expression couldn’t be seen clearly.

"May I see your hand?" he suddenly said.

Chloe Collins extended her hand for him to see.

Alexander Foster carefully held it as if he were holding a treasure.

Then, he rolled up her sleeve, revealing her wrist.

Chloe Collins was puzzled as he kept fixating on her wrist.

She let him look without interruption, she turned her head and continued eating in the meantime.

Her hand was resting on his, relaxed.

In the television show, Robert Foster’s scenes were full of humor, and it was even more hilarious with all the added dialogue in the post-production.

She would occasionally laugh, take a bite, and glance at the television.

A comfortable sensation suddenly came from her wrist- Alexander Foster was gently massaging the acupoints on it.

She glanced at him and asked, "You study this?"

The man suddenly gripped her hand with his palm, his fingers intertwined with hers, holding tightly.

He lowered his eyes as if trying to control a certain emotion again.

Chloe Collins’s heart thumped as she quietly watched him.

There was a burning heat coming from his palm, she suddenly noticed that... he seemed to be crying?

She leaned in closer to get a better look but realized she had overthought it.

How could this man possibly cry?

However, his eyes were very gloomy, as if he had been hit hard by something heavy.

"What’s wrong with you?"

The man’s hand slowly loosened up, and a slight smile appeared on his face: "What else do you want to eat?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

Chloe Collins stared at him, shook her head, and replied absentmindedly, "I’ve had enough."

The man stood up: "I’m going to the restroom."

He walked away quickly.

Chloe Collins watched his retreating figure and then glanced at her left hand, which was still warm from his touch.

Alexander Foster stepped out of the restaurant and made a phone call.

"Yes, add water, on all four sides of the arena. Fill them up with big barrels of water." His voice was low.

The man on the other end sounded cheerful, "Bennett White, you’ve left, why are you still meddling with the Alliance’s affairs?"

Alexander Foster gazed into the distance: "I’m back."

-

After dinner, the two returned to the venue.

At this point, everything had been almost fully prepared.

Alexander Foster was called away by the team leader, and Chloe Collins stayed behind to clean up.

When they parted ways, it was as if they had never known each other, each going their own way without arousing any suspicion.

By now, almost everyone in the venue had left.

Only the three of them were left to clean up the trash.

Heijii stepped forward and said, "The bastard Cold Lizard did something sinister in the arena. He had dry ice installed. When the smoke comes out, he can manipulate the trap at any time to trip someone over."

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