Chapter 12 He Actually Kissed Her

"Who is it?"

Because it was night, she didn't dare to open the door directly, but asked in a deep voice.

However, there was no response outside the door, and the knocking on the door continued.

She was a little flustered in her heart, but she still held her breath and said, "I won't open the door if you don't make a sound."

The knocking on the door continued for a few more times, and then there was a suppressed growl: "Rachel West!"

Rachel West shuddered.

It was James Smith's voice, still haunted.

Sure enough, as long as she was still in this city, she would never be able to escape his palm.

It's just that he came here in the middle of the night to settle accounts with her, or to snatch his son back?

"Open the door! Rachel West, open the door!"

Rachel West was terrified of him, how could she open the door?

She dragged the table over to the door, then climbed into the bed and waited quietly, thinking that he would leave when he had enough trouble.

Sure enough, there was no sound outsid