Karryâs car drove away before she turned and walked through the gates of Tranquil Park.
After walking a few steps, he saw Bowenâs tall figure in front of the bamboo forest.
If he hadnât been smoking, the smell of smoke would have drifted under Joleneâs nose, and she would have been startled by him.
âYouâre back.â She calmed down.
âHmm, went drinking with Karry?â He was really dogânosed, and he could smell the alcohol on her from a distance.
Jolene was noncommittal: âWell, a few drinks.â
She thought Bowen would be angry, but he wasn t.
Bowen is always the one who plays his cards out of line.
When Jolene thought he would do this, he did.
In the past, Jolene would guess what Bowenâs mood was under his flat expression, but later she was too tired to guess.
She walked up to Bowen, and even though he was smoking, she was still sensitive to the special potion smell.
The private detective called her at night and told her his personal opinion. He thought that the woman should have a blood disease, because the hospital gave her a large amount 0.00%
1788 Vouchers of blood transfusion last night. Generally speaking, to cure a blood disease, only bone marrow can be transplanted.
âOtherwise, you are her bone marrow bank?â
The private detective also suggested: âIf it really doesnât work, you can run away. Other methods wonât work. Even if you call the police, these are just your subjective assumptions, and the police canât do anything about it.â
âJolene.â She was in a daze, and half of her steps were taken, and she seemed to be frozen in place as if she had been pointed. Bowen pulled her: âWhat are you thinking?â
âThinking.â Jolene looked up and smiled weakly at him: âYou know, I love to think.â
âMom went to Calliopeâs place?â
âYeah.â Jolene nodded.
âSophie was grounded for a week, and all her accounts were frozen.â Bowen took her hand and walked forward slowly, and casually flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can not far away: âShe is just a small trouble, and she dares not do anything.â
âItâs hard to say.â
âWhy?â Bowen turned to look at her.
âLast time I met Sophie at the police station, her eyes were very scary, different from before.â Jolene sighed softly, her voice trembling: âThatâs why I sent my mother away, I hope I overthought it.â
Bowenâs eyes stayed on her for a few seconds before he 1280 Vouchers slowly withdrew, nodded and said, âItâs okay to be careful, Sophie does things recklessly and is a little crazy.â
âNow that sheâs been punished, she probably hates me even more.â
âI wonât have any dealings with the Gellar Family in the future, and Atticus will pressure her, so she wonât make trouble for a while.â Bowen comforted her gently: âBesides, you donât have to worry about me, she wonât dare to do anything.â
Jolene walked forward with her head down, the street lamps in the garden bright, Bowenâs shadow trailing diagonally across the ground.
His shadow was long, like the silhouette of an extremely long knife.
Just looking at the shadow, one can feel it is extremely sharp.
Joleneâs head shrank as if the knife was already hanging around her neck.
They walked into the mansion together, and Jolene bent down to change her shoes, perhaps with her head down too hard, drank some more wine, and suddenly looked up a little dizzy, staggered and almost fell.
Bowen quickly supported her: âAre you okay? Where are you uncomfortable?â
Jolene could clearly hear the anxiety in his voice.
Is he so worried because his health is closely related to the girl lying on the hospital bed?
Jolene looked up at him, almost asking if she couldnât hold her breath.