Boyce was speechless.
He wasn’t being touchy, he was just !
It seemed to be true.
“Why don’t you talk? Obviously, you’re touchy, right?” she smiled more brilliantly and her eyes curved with light which shined like stars.
She leapt up and wrapped her legs around his waist using the strength of her arms. Boyce was afraid that she would fall, so he held her waist. She curled her lips, “But I like, I like the way you care about me with the touchy pattern.”
He was speechless.
Well, he was touchy.
“Are you busy today? I came to see you, do you have time to accompany me?” she tightly wrapped around his neck. Two of them were in an ambiguous position.
He lifted his chin and kissed her lips, “Very busy.”
The subtext was that he didn’t have time, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been off work so late last night. He came here to assist the police department with a big case. It was now at a critical moment and no accidents were allowed. He still had a lot of things to deal with today.
She understood and felt a bit upset, but she could understand.
“I know, I won’t bother you. I’ll wait for you at home,” She said thoughtfully.
Boyce felt guilty as she had come to look for him. However, he didn’t have time to accompany her and scroll around this strange city with her, “Jasmine, I’m sorry.”
“This is your job, I understand.” She leaned over him, “Do you know? I admire your profession.”
He carried her into the room and asked, “You just admire my profession. Don’t you admire me?”
She shook her head, “No, I don’t admire you.”
He put her on the bed and said, “Be honest, I’m going to dry the clothes.”
She grabbed his collar and got closer to him, “I don’t admire you, I only love you.”
After saying that, she let go, walked towards the table and opened the breakfast that Boyce had bought just now. He was so happy as he looked at her with warmth in his eyes and said, “I can take a few days off after things had been done and accompany you at that time.”
Jasmine ate porridge at the table, saying, “Let’s talk about it later.” It was normal to be busy with his job like this. She had no idea if she would have any time since she would also be doing her internship after his work here was over.
It was still early to talk about it.
Before he could eat after he had done to dry the clothes, he received a call and left in a hurry. Although she felt somewhat upset, she didn’t make any trouble to make him stressed, but just stayed at home alone.
At noon, he came back to buy some clothes and food for her but left again without saying a few words.
She understood that she could go out if she had clothes. However, she realized that she had no money and couldn’t buy anything.
After going around outside, she returned home, cleaned up the place where Boyce lived and stayed at home to watch television alone.
In City B, Armand Bernie didn’t take the initiative to contact Theresa Gordon after she left. He always held back at the end every time he wanted to contact her.
He found a fifty-year-old nanny at home who was quiet and didn’t like to talk, but she worked very hard. This point made Armand satisfied.
Since Theresa had left, Armand spent all his time at work and returned home until it was late at night every day.
When he came back to get the document which he forgot and left at home, Armand’s grandma pulled him, “Armand, you talk to me.”
He answered, “I have to work.”
“You’ve been leaving early and returning home late these days. It’s bad for your health.” She was concerned about him.
He didn’t say anything.
“You’ve come back on your own for a few days. Where is Theresa?” she asked cautiously.
Armand’s expression looked indifferent, “As you wish, we’re getting a divorce. Are you happy now?”
“I just want you to have a child, I didn’t intend to let both of you get a divorce. I know you like Theresa, I !”
“Things had happened to such an extent, don’t say anything. I’m very busy, I’ll leave first. If you have anything, just call out to Bertha.”
He walked out with the document in his hand after saying that.
“Armand !” she turned her wheelchair and looked at the closed door. She felt lonely as there was no one she could talk to in such a big house. Besides, she couldn’t go out with her poor legs either.
Elizabeth felt lonely and looked at the housekeeper who was wiping the table. She asked, “Why did you become a housekeeper? I thought you’re at the age of being a grandmother already.”
Bertha said, “I have two sons. The eldest son was married and had children, so I’m already a grandmother.”
“How about your younger son?” Elizabeth asked again.
“My younger son is not yet married,” Bertha replied.
Bertha answered every Elizabeth’s question without even giving further elaboration. Elizabeth was bored after chatting a while. She sighed softly and turned her wheelchair back to the house.
The home was also empty. She picked up the photo on the table and stared at the photo of herself when she was still young with her husband by her side.
She was sitting in a chair with her husband standing behind her. Through this photo, she seemed to see herself when she was young.
“I’m old in a flash.” Elizabeth said sadly, “I can see that Armand is unhappy and is getting angry with me. He probably hates me in his heart. But I just want him to have a child so that the Bernie family has at least a descendant. Am I wrong?”
The person in the photo was still smiling and nobody answered her.
She hugged the photo, “Is it time for me to go and accompany you?”
“Hey!”
Elizabeth sat alone in the house for half a day. Armand came back quite early today and Bertha had prepared the meal before he entered the door.
Elizabeth was very happy to see him back home. She said, “Hurry up. Wash your hands and eat. I purposely asked Bertha to make the food you love!”
There was a snap!
Armand entered the house and closed the door before she could finish her sentence.
Elizabeth was dumbfounded and stood still in place.
Bertha put all the dishes on the table and came over, “It’s time to eat.”
Elizabeth’s eyelids twitched as she rolled her wheelchair, “You tell him to eat.”
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.