"Fortunately, I'm not too late. It's so close."
Simon breathed a sigh of relief and almost rushed to Zayla.
He wanted to hold Zayla's hand, but Zayla shook it off.
Zayla didn't expect to see Simon here.
Just now, Simon killed all these gunmen with a knife. He was so decisive, without any hesitation or procrastination. He just wanted to kill these people.
But Zayla was not sure whether he was helping her or he had other intentions.
Zayla took a step back subconsciously to keep a safe distance from Simon.
Seeing this, Simon frowned and felt a dull pain in his heart.
Once upon a time, his little wife, who had been looking forward to his return, would smile from the bottom of her heart as long as she saw him.
But now, when she saw him again, she was stunned, confused, and even vigilant.
Simon clenched his fists but then loosened them feebly.
He was the one who caused all this.