Wife is a Lawyer
Chapter 1149 I give you freedom

At that time he teased Peter, saying that he actually gave her the industry that he had struggled for decades because of a woman, and really went off the deep end for love. Until this moment, he did not know that it is so hard to control to fall in love with a person, for her, can give up everything.

"Enough, I'm not that naive and foolish woman, I don't want to hear your words."

Vivian shook off her hand, but it was held in a firm grip by the man, and she couldn't shake it off.

After a few struggles, she finally conceded defeat and gave in, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to let me go?"

"I won't let you go!"

"So, are you trying to take me back and imprison me once again in that room that doesn't see the light of day?"

"I wouldn't do that to you."

"So what exactly do you want to do?"

Vivian once again saw Edward's persistence.

How much she was touched in her heart, how much it hurt.

Between the two buried too much pain, like a broken cup, even with the good glue glued together, there will be cracks, can not be restored as before

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

Edward asked.

"Yes, I want to go, to leave your world. Don't want to see you again."

"Okay, I'll let you go. But, just let you go away for a while so you can calm down and come back after a while, okay?"

The man who was once so proud and dignified broke his limits again and again for Vivian.

He knew that Vivian had recently endured too much hurt and pain alone and was under a lot of stress.

It wouldn't solve the problem to forcefully keep her around, but now he can't leave with her.

After all, Ashtyn's death, he has not yet investigated the results.

If he leaves now, he will be a father in vain, unable to give an explanation to his dead child!

"Edward, are you possessed?"

Vivian cried and laughed, "I'm talking about...... leaving, leaving, leaving forever! You don't understand?"

"I hear you, but, I won't let you leave."

"Okay, I don't want to tangle with you. Just let go and give me a way out, OK?"

Her thin, waxy face was full of despondency and sadness.

"I said I could let you go, but I had to arrange for someone to stay with you."

"Ho-hum......"

Vivian's pale lips sketched a cold smile, "Changed your tactics? No house arrest and now you want someone to supervise me?"

"I just don't feel comfortable with you being out there alone."

"Then I'll tell you again. Today there are only two choices, one, I leave; two, I die in front of you!"

She was betting, betting on Edward's feelings for her.

Bet he'll let her go.

As her words fell, Edward clutched her hand so tightly that he could even vaguely feel his trembling.

Vivian was ready to hurt Edward's heart, but when she saw the cold and noble man standing in front of her with a sad face, Vivian's heart was broken.

He was in love with her.

She, too, is in love with him.

But Ashtyn's death, Mom's death, and Old Mr. Henderson are all problematic points between the two that cannot be erased.

Vivian moreover does not want to use the death of the little girl in her arms as a betting weight just because of her love for Edward.

Likewise, she does not want to let Edward lower his voice in front of others because of her presence, and does not want him to turn against Old Mr. Henderson.

She is without her family and knows the beauty of kinship.

Since he can still be in the company of his loved ones, how can she selfishly ruin the beauty that belongs to him?

She remembered Edward told her that he had been missing the love of his family since his mother died, and that although he was cold on the outside, he really wanted the love of his family on the inside. Even if it is a seven-foot man, the family also has all the longings of ordinary people.

Sure enough, her words silenced Edward.

The two men looked at each other and both became quiet.

It's just that each of them has something to think about. Vivian's eyes are full of coldness, while Edward's dark, ink-like pupils gradually lose their luster and become dull. Holding her hand tightly, she lost strength little by little and finally just let go of her wrist.

"One last question for you? Do you really want to go?"

"Yes."

Vivian was decisive and did not think twice about it.

"Okay, you want to go, I'll give you freedom!"

Edward finally could not argue with the woman in front of him, a meaningful sneer flowed on his handsome, peerless face, and he turned around and left without looking back. That turn, like a slow-motion playback, invisible with a wave of sadness, diffused in the two around, so that the pain in the heart infinitely magnified, pain almost spasms.

He left, Vivian bloodless lips raised a smile, clear eyes shimmering with water mist, visible to the naked eye speed converge into a tear, out of the sockets. "Edward, I'm sorry......"

She silently apologized to Edward in her heart, then held her ticket and walked towards the boarding gate.

Order at the airport returned to normal, and everyone thought it was just a simple quarrel between two people who didn't care much.

Vivian carried the little girl onto the plane, took her ticket and found her seat.

Her seat is right by the window, and she can hide her red eyes by looking out the window with her head tilted.

Gradually, the cabin became more crowded, and she wiped the tears from her eyes and calmed down.

A turn around only to replace that the little girl is looking at himself with eyes, and then stretched out his chubby little hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

The little girl could not speak, but reached out and wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed her cheek very affectionately, calling 'Mommy, Mommy'.

A 'mommy' is better than a thousand words, attacked her strong fortress, abruptly all of a sudden tears gushed out, like a broken line of beads.

She cried for a while, not wanting to be laughed at, and took a tissue to dry her tears before she didn't cry anymore.

The people in the cabin were seated one after another, and the only seat that was empty was the one next to Vivian in the full cabin.

She didn't think much of it, but then a handsome man wearing a white plaid coat, a camel-colored scarf around his neck and silver-gray sunglasses carried a black shoulder bag, holding the shoulder strap of his backpack with one hand and looking left and right for a place with his ticket in the other.

Eventually walking up to her, "37 that's the spot."

The stylishly dressed man removed his backpack, placed it on top, and then gathered his tweed coat and sat beside Vivian.

"What a little kid, so cute looking."

The man was extraordinarily warm in nature and took the initiative to say hello to the little girl.

Out of courtesy, Vivian tilted her head to look at him and smiled slightly, but just as she was about to turn around, she saw the man's face after he took off his sunglasses.

Her pupils widened, and her empty, godless ink pupils instantly gathered light to stare at him, "You ...... you...... how is it you?"

Vivian was stunned and doubly impressed.

The man was attracted by her voice and looked over.

When he saw Vivian's face, his eyes also widened, "Vivian? Vivian, is it really you?"

The man was ecstatic and reached out to point at her, "Are you really Vivian?"

He was quite exuberant, giving a feeling of extreme surprise, but a cold aura flickered in his brown pupils.

It was fast, so fast that Vivian didn't notice.