Semua Bab No Divorce For Us, Mrs. Godfrey: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Jeanette could not help but feel slightly frustrated as she looked at Jenny, who hurriedly said, “I’ve got nothing to do with this! I didn’t tell him that you were going to come back here!”Damon knocked on the door with his fingers. “Are you planning to stand there and chat any further? I’ve been waiting here for more than an hour already.”‘Mr. Godfrey’s time is precious right down to the second. Like hell I’m going to believe that you’ve been waiting for me here for that long.’Without eve

Damon noticed that there were some books about Old English at the bottom-most rack, but it seemed like it had been untouched for a long time.“Do you like to read these?” He took out one of the books.“What’s the matter? Are you going to even control what I should like now?”“Since you’re interested in Old English, why did you major in Finance?”Jeanette immediately snatched the book back and coldly said, “That’s none of your business.”‘Why did I major in Finance… Isn’t that just so that I

The next day, when Jenny woke up, she saw that Jeanette was already sitting in the living room, reading through the magazine that was delivered that morning.It was a well-renowned finance magazine, and the person on the front cover of that edition’s magazine was Damon.When the interviewer asked what Damon’s ideal type of partner was, his answer was—‘Smart, beautiful, and has long legs.’‘Such a vulgar answer.’Jeanette snorted through her nose. ‘When this interview was conducted, it was pr

This was definitely Jenny’s doing. She must have told Damon about this restaurant because a guy who had been subsisting on nothing less than a Michelin five-stars restaurant could not have possibly known about a quiet, cheap place like this.“Stop staring into space and disembark from the car already.”Damon did not leave the car at all. Instead, his eyes were simply nailed forward.Elias Burnham and Mimi Norton!Mimi caught sight of Damon just as well, and she quickly approached him with a

On the other side, Damon’s car was tearing through the asphalt. He was only going faster.“What are you d-doing, Damon? Damon! S-Slow down right now!” Jeanette cried, tucking on her safety belt even more tightly as the car continued to veer.He had flouted the speed limit at least a few minutes ago. Despite driving in a rather packed road smack-dab in the city, he lurched in careless abandon, seemingly deaf to the cacophony of angry honking he had helped orchestrate around him. Did he think he