The Ultimate Husband

Bowen's eyes reddened as his body shivered.

"You" Veron panicked and was angry. "Can you calm down? You're not home yet. How do you know your family was killed?"

'That fellow is too stubborn! He's making me so nervous!' she thought.

Bowen took a deep breath and said thoughtfully, "Ms. Nine, you don't understand us. We will never spread rumors. There's a reason for those people to say my family is sentenced to death. It's me. I was the one who caused them."

Veron said nothing. She tried to persuade him patiently. "If that's the case, you should not send yourself to death too. Haven't you heard of the saying? Where there's life, there's hope. One should bide one's time and wait for the right opportunity to seek revenge. Don't you know you are sacrificing your life if you go back now?"

Regardless, Bowen was unconcerned. They were born with a straight personality as a Raksasa. It was impossible for them to wait for the right moment to exact their revenge.

He sighed and was about to say something. Suddenly, he felt a strong breath movement coming from the tribe. Subsequently, hundreds of people were flying toward them.

They were wearing soft black armor and looked vigorous. They were the elite rider armies. Two people were leading them. One of them had armor on and looked powerful. The other was wearing a white robe with an elegant temperament, but he released a pressuring vibe. They were Tyson and Prince Auten.

Before that, they were discussing important matters in the palace. When they knew Bowen showed up and killed many rider armies, Tyson got mad and rushed to the scene.

Bowen squinted his eyes when he saw Tyson. Anger mounted in his heart. At the same time, he was even more determined. He said to Veron, "Ms. Nine. You should leave now. Or else, it'll be too late."

They consumed the majority of their strength after collaborating to kill hundreds of rider armies. Tyson was unbeatable by either of them, especially since Tyson was the Raksasa Tribe's champion fighter. Most importantly, Bowen felt the man beside Tyson was even more terrifying. In that situation, one person must stay back to hold the enemy.

"No!" Veron's body trembled as she shook her head. "Are you crazy? We are leaving together."

Over the past few days, they had experienced near-death together. She had treated Bowen as a family. She was not about to leave him behind then.

"Ms. Nine!" Bowen was touched to see Veron's genuine emotion. He took a deep breath and said, "I know that. But based on this situation, if we both stay here now, we will die together."

Bowen noticed Tyson and the others

approaching He said, "Ms. Nine, I owe you thanks for getting me out of the Wild Deserted Secret Region. But I do not think there is any hope left. The only thing I can do now is fight for the chance to keep you alive."

"You" Veron's emotions were like a roller coaster ride. She was touched and sad too. Words got stuck in her throat after she said a word.

"Hurry; they're almost here." Bowen urged again with a smile.

Veron took a deep breath and did

not hesitate. You jerk! Are you trying to dump me? You said you were going to help me restore my memory. I don't know who I am yet, and you are trying to dump me? I'm teffing you, never!"

Her eyes were sparkling with tears as she bit her lip. "We live together, and we die together!"

She gripped her longsword tightly and was determined.

'Silly girl...' Bowen felt as if a fire had been lit in his heart at that moment. He was at a loss for words. 'I have lived long enough to have known such a girl.'

With a quick glance, he noticed a hole in the ground two meters away in the bush. There was only enough room for one person.

Without any hesitation, he smiled

bitterly. "Ms. Nine, I don't know how to repay you for the affection you show me. If we meet again in the next life, I will marry you and love you forever."