Chapter 120 FUCK THE LAW

• Lena strolled around the Hospital's parking lot to see Darian where he was seated on the cemented chair, hands wrapped over his chest as his eyes roamed the surroundings. She had been with her husband long enough to know when he was in a mood.
• Right now, his lips were curved in a frown, his eyes were harsh and he was repeatedly tapping his feet against the floor. That was a hint that he was worked up about something and she knew what it was.
• She smiled and walked up to him. "A penny for your thoughts," she said, sliding next to him. She crouched down on the chair and looked up to meet Darian's eyes. "What's on your mind?" She asked.