Chapter 126 He is a person, not an engine

Men can be incredibly suave, leaving women out of the equation.

Andrew Locke's forty-two days made Nora Hart's body stiffen, its lethality rivaling that of poison.

This man, he's something else.

Nora Hart extended her slender fingertips to push Andrew Locke away, leaning lopsidedly on the couch: "So, shouldn't Lawyer Locke discuss the case with me now?"

Andrew Locke grasped Nora Hart's fingertips, slowly playing with them in his hand: "When it's your turn to appear, I'll tell you. You won't lose, relax."

Nora Hart stared at Andrew Locke, trying to discern his emotions.

In the blackness of the living room, specks of light supported her vision. Nora Hart withdrew her hand: "Lawyer Locke wouldn't screw me over, right?"

Andrew Locke let out a light chuckle: "Isn't it a bit late to be considering that now?"