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Chapter 209

Chapter 209 Are You Going to Abandon Me Again?

Beat the wife?

Following the direction he pointed, I saw the big black dog that had been growling nearby just a

moment ago.

Protected it?

Are you referring to the large Golden Retriever in his arms?

For a few seconds, I wanted to laugh, but then I was left in a state of disbelief. After it pushed the

Golden Retriever in its arms towards me and struggled to stand up against the wall, it looked at the big

black dog and said, “You come here, apologize to it!”

When the big black dog saw him stand up, it was so scared that it tucked its tail and backed up a few

steps. Probably because of the big golden retriever, it didn’t plan to run, but just guarded from a

distance.

Seeing the big black dog not moving, Walter walked straight towards it.

I originally thought that this Golden Retriever was probably really bullied by the black dog, so it didn’t

run away. However, after a private check, I found that the Golden Retriever was not hurt at all and wast

still very lively. It was probably because it saw Walter going after the black dog, so it wagged its tail and

followed Walter, jumping around happily.

The big black dog refused to leave, and the Golden Retriever was reluctant to approach it. It was

caught by Walter after only a few steps, and Walter dragged it by the neck into the alley.

Seeing the big black dog being caught, the Golden Retriever was not anxious, just wagging its tail and

following Walter around. The black dog didn’t dare to bite Walter, who was holding it by the neck and

warning, “You are not allowed to bully your wife in the future, or else…”

At this point, he turned his gaze to the lower body of the black dog. It was only then that I saw the black

dog’s lipstick had come out.

For a moment, I couldn’t catch my breath. Was this what Walter meant by bullying in his words? NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Indeed, he was drunk, and not just a little. He was frolicking with two dogs in the alley in the middle of

the night, both parties enjoying each other’s company. When did it become his business? He was intent

on lecturing the little dog.

He had been talking to the black dog for a long time, nonsensically, but the message was just six

words, “Don’t bully the daughter-in-law.”

Honestly, I really regretted not bringing my phone. I really wanted to record this rare scene to show him

tomorrow.

Suppressing a laugh, I called out to Walter, but he seemed determined. to make the big black dog and

the golden retriever apologize. I knew that if I didn’t drag him away, he might even end up forcing the

two dogs to get married and have puppies right there.

The big black dog seemed to have been annoyed by him. Seeing me pulling Walter, it took the

opportunity to retreat far back, barking at the golden retriever, presumably intending to have the golden

retriever leave with it. However, the golden retriever seemed to really like

Walter and had no intention of leaving, instead bouncing around by Walter’s side.

Walter was dragged by me, somewhat reluctantly looking at me and

asking, “What’s wrong? Where are we going?”

“Go home.” Knowing he was drunk, I didn’t continue to talk to him much.

Upon hearing the words “going home”, the man became much more compliant and followed me.

However, after a few steps, as if he had remembered something, he stopped and began searching for

something in his pocket.

I was puzzled, frowning at him, “What’s wrong? Lost something?”

He pulled out a bank card from his pocket and threw it towards the black dog, saying, “For you to buy a

house and get married.”

The black dog thought it was Walter who threw something at it, and it was so scared that it jumped

back several steps.

I felt terrible, looking at the black card that was thrown away in the distance, I couldn’t help but hold my

forehead. How much wealth was that? He said he would throw it away and he did.

It was bad enough to be thrown to people, but to be thrown to a dog for its wedding was even worse.

He really was a talent.

Suppressing the urge to complain about this drunk, I picked up the

bank card.

Biting her lip, she steeled herself and pulled the person back into the car. After all this fuss, it was

already one o’clock in the morning.

I was somewhat exhausted, and had driven people to Water Villa.

In the car, Walter was leaning against the seat, motionless. I thought he had fallen asleep. I was

hesitating whether to let him sleep in the

car for the night, or to figure out a way to get him back into the house.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me. His originally deep and clear black eyes, devoid of

their usual indifference, now seemed somewhat innocent.

Feeling a bit guilty under his gaze, I spoke up, “We’re home, let me walk you in.”

He tilted his head, his attractive eyes looking towards the villa, and after a moment of thought, he

asked, “Where is this? Are you going to abandon me again?”

Again?

Lost?

I…

I moistened my lips, resisting the urge to touch my forehead, and said to him, “This is your home,

you’re home now.”