The car was silence for a while. Maximo kept looking at her and said softly, \"You know, I only made one wrong decision in my life, that was three years ago and that was when I just stood outside your wedding and did not go in and take you away.\" Jillian looked back at him suddenly, with shock in her eyes. She had forgotten what day it was. Harold could not know what day it was, but Maximo knew. Her lips closed full, and she stretched out her hand and pushed away his hand, \"So what?\" Even if he really appeared back then, he wouldn\'t follow her, would he? Time stood still again, and Maximo\'s big hand on the back of the chair slowly sank, looking at Jillian deeply, slapped the steering wheel for the last time, and let out a low growl, \"Yes. I couldn\'t do anything. I fucking love a woman who doesn’t want to be loved.\" The sound of the car whistle made Jillian\'s body tremble slightly. She clenched her hands on her side and did not dare to look at him.
Maximo reached out and picked up the photos on the ground. They were all in profile or back of Jillian. His eyes stayed on the profile of her under the big tree in the orphanage, and his fingers stroked her face, \"Second sister and Harry are married and so what? It has nothing to do with Jillian.\" He said, putting all the photos away and putting them in the box. Lejan got up, looked at his back, and said angrily, \"Why don\'t you understand? Jillian is Harold\'s wife. Let me ask, does she love you? She will betray the moral restraint for you by marrying the brother of her father\'s former fiancée?\" Lejan\'s roar ended, but Maximo\'s hand holding the box slowly tightened and white marks appeared between his knuckles specially when he asked, ‘does she love you?’ After hitting Maximo\'s most painful part, he fell in love with a heartless woman, how could he ask her to love him too? Lejan closed the door and looked at him, \" I know that these years, you hav
Harold went to the bar alone. The singer on the bar sang the song that reminds him of her. He held the cup in his hand, thought about the text messages and drank all the wine in his mouth in one sip, and asked for a glass again. These years, he really was the one who has been deceived. The bartender handed the prepared alcohol to him, \"Master, it\'s better to drink less in the middle of the night.\" \"You have been here for a long time.\" Harold has come to the bar quite a few times, and he is familiar with this bartender. The bartender continued to mix drinks for other guests, and said with a smile, \"No, it has been three years. I remember that you were drinking here on the day I came, and you were married that day. I don\'t know why you came out to drink when you got married. \" The cup in his hand was clenched, and Jillian\'s disappointed words sounded in his ears. Do you remember what day it is today? In a word, the magic so
The box was put away, and the door to the room was opened. Ariane looked up and saw Harold. She didn\'t like Harold, so she stood up and looked at Jillian, \"I\'ll go ahead now. I have to go to work this afternoon.\" Jillian nodded, watched her go out, and glanced at Harold. There was nothing to say. She took the crutches beside the bed and was picked up before he stood up. Harold looked at her with wrinkled brows, obviously displeased, \"What are you doing?\" \"I’m going to the toilet.\", Jillian said with no emotions. Harold hugged her in, and said in a low voice, \"I won\'t go to the company these days. Call me if you need anything.\" Jillian looked at him, and when she was put down, she felt that something was wrong with Harold like this. It was even more strange to watch him go out. Shouldn\'t he go with Rachel now? After all, Rachel is now in a special situation. Ariane left the Xavier house. Someone was already waiting outside. Afte
\"Let\'s go.\" Jillian said, looking up at the disappeared back outside. She bit her lips tightly while hating her current thoughts. She can\'t give him anything. Why is she seeing him having a girl? Would friends still be so uncomfortable? \"Jillian.\" Harold did not drive, but looked at her sideways, holding her cold hands with both hands, \"Jillian, just let the past events pass. I know there are some things that I have misunderstood you before, but now, let\'s try it again, OK?\" From the time he investigated the text messages, everything behind it shocked him, and now he knows how much he has misunderstood her in the past three years. Jillian\'s palm is his warm care, but why didn\'t these hands give him such care yesterday, or even in the morning. When she understood another kind of feeling, he told her to start again. Jillian looked up at Harold and looked at his sincere eyes. Jillian lowered her head again, avoiding his gaze, and said in a low voice
While the grandparent and grandchild were chatting on the balcony, Jessica’s excited voice came in from outside. Jillian looked back. When she saw Rachel, she clenched her hands subconsciously and looked at her lower abdomen uncontrollably. Rachel also looked at Jillian, touched her stomach with one hand, and looked at Jillian with the arrogance of a successful person. Jillian\'s heart seemed to be held by someone; so tight that she could not breathe. The old man’s move to get up made her return to her senses. She hurriedly returned to help him, but she was pushed by the mother-in-law before she could hold him. \"I\'ll do it. It might be too much for your hands and feet.\" Jessica said, giving Jillian a disgusting look. The old man was displeased, and knocked on the cane, \"You get up. I have many problems all day long, but Jillian came over to help me\" The old man\'s hatred for his daughter-in-law is already obvious. Jillian smiled awkwa
Seeing her about to cry, Maximo hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, \"Will you just cry? I have gone eagerly on the mission, so I didn\'t have time to tell you that I will come back at the end of the mission.” Jillian stretched out her hand to push him, but didn\'t push him at all. She raised her head and looked at him stubbornly, \"What does it have to do with me?\" \"Damn, you woman just owes me a lot.\" Maximo said, cutting her hands backwards behind him with one hand, and kissing her lips to prevent her from dodge. He thought about the woman for a month, and he really wants to be with her. \"Let go, let me go.\" Jillian\'s head kept turning, not allowing him to kiss her lips. Maximo stretched out her hand and tore off her coat, and took a bite on her shoulder. Jillian gave a low cry, gasped, and stared at him angrily. But Maximo didn\'t look at her, but at the tooth marks on her shoulders, stroking with satisfaction, \"
\"When did I make a fuss?\" Rachel tore off the disguise from her face and held his chest clothes in both hands, \"Harold, I love you so much. How can you treat me like this? I followed you without caring about my status. For so long, you don’t want me because of that bitch. Is she really worthy?\" \"You don\'t want your status?\" Harold suddenly sneered, and pushed her away, \"Rachel, if you keep following me without asking for status, I will give it to you sooner or later., but you know better than anyone else what you have done yourself. If it wasn\'t for the child, I wouldn\'t let you in the door of the Smith family.\" \"What are you talking about?\" Rachel\'s face turned pale. She tightened her hands and looked at Harold incredibly. \"You should know very well about what I said. You can delete my text messages, and never thought I would know one day, right?\" Harold approached her, pinched her neck with one hand, but didn\'t use force, \"Rachel, it was