Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1325

"No! I won't let you harm my daughter!

"You foolish woman! When Melvin had her impersonate Pamela, why didn't you let her take over the Thompsons' wealth? You missed such a great opportunity. You should just die!

"No! It's all Melvin's fault. It has nothing to do with my daughter! You can't... I know, I know you've been wronged! You have grievances, but please don't let this hatred continue!"

Renee was stunned.

Suddenly, Kaitlyn rushed toward her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her forcefully.

"Renee, run! Hurry and run!

"Don't let that person hurt you... Run!"

Renee did not have time to react. Kaitlyn pushed her aside and slammed her own head against the wall!

Lena's injuries had improved, and the time spent in the small village became a rare rainbow in her bleak life.

Chris made a wooden rifle for her.

Lena burst into laughter as she accepted it. "Do you think of me as a child?"

"A child's toy isn't as exquisite as this!" Chris quickly defended himself.

Lena toyed with the rifle. It was finely crafted like he said-smooth and not at all rough to the touch.

'Is every man who has been in the military a multi-talented person? They can go to the battlefield, cook, and do carpentry work!

'How impressive would a young boy look holding such a fun rifle? And Chris is so patient he will probably make a good father in the future...' Lena's heart jolted violently!

She shook her head, trying to shake off the wild thoughts.

"Lena, what's wrong with you?"

Lena kept her head lowered, her cheeks flushed as though she had a fever.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"No."

"Do you not like this rifle?"

Lena looked slightly flustered, clutching the gun tightly with her heartbeat racing.

Chris moved behind her, gently grasping her arms to help her adjust her sniper stance.

"How's this?" His voice was deep near her ear. "Back when I was in the special forces, I thought this sniper stance was the coolest thing. It must look even cooler when a girl pulls it off." Lena's breath became uneven. Her limbs tensed up, and her thoughts tangled into a mess.

Chris was always well-groomed, and his T-shirts carried a subtle fragrance.

She inhaled deeply, struggling to steady her pounding heart.

"Okay, just like this. Relax..."

Lena bit her lip, regaining her composure. Anything between them was impossible. He was a Hamerton heir, a decorated soldier, and exceptionally intelligent.

And her? She was the offspring of a human trafficker, an illegitimate child. Even if she found her biological family, she would not dare to acknowledge them.

What about her could match him?

Suddenly, Lena pushed him away abruptly and dashed into the house, clutching the wooden gun to her chest.

Chris stood bewildered, unable to understand what had just occurred.

He racked his brain, trying to recall any wrong words or actions. The more he pondered, the more distant he felt from an answer. Eventually, he even recollected Zuko's remarks about giving her a shot. He definitely had not done anything wrong!

Even though it was a wooden gun, he still technically "gave her a shot", right?