Bowen is gone.
Jolene opened her eyes.
In fact, what she shouldnât have asked was to humiliate herself.
But she still couldnât help but ask.
Subconsciously, she still hoped that her guesses were wrong, that she was overthinking.
How can there be so many things like digging hearts and livers?
Itâs not a palace drama.
But maybe she guessed right?
Jolene finally mustered the courage to ask the question she had long wanted to ask.
But didnât get an answer.
Theâheart seems to be dead.
Whether they have ever lived or not.
She had read a romance novel before, and the author described the âs lovelorn as very vivid.
The âs heart seemed to be thrown into a pile of lime, gradually sucked away the water, and turned into a stone like a cement block.
[ 289 Nouchers Then, a hammer fell from the sky and smashed her heart into powder.
I have to say, the author is very talented.
But Jolene is hard to empathize with.
Heartbreak is heartbreak, how can there be such a level, what becomes first, what becomes later.
She was only disheartened.
The first day with Bowen, she didnât think theyâd have a future either.
Itâs not that she doesnât want to, itâs that she doesnât dare to think.
But that doesnât mean she doesnât have expectations in her heart.
Although she never asked herself whether she loved Bowen or not.
But if she didnât love him, she wouldnât stay with him all the time.
Really to make money?
What kind of money canât be earned, but you have to sell your body?
Did she work hard to get out of the exam just to be a compensated dating for rich people?
15 788 Vouchers Jolene is not high, but he doesnât want to trample himself.
Selling herself to earn a house and a car to earn money with her youth, whatâs the use of her wanting so much money?
Sometimes she even wondered if Frank wouldnât have gotten sick if she and Bowen hadnât had that kind of relationship.
After living for half a lifetime, she suddenly believed in fate.
She didnât know who had said it. There was a saying that she had asked for too much, and God would use another way to make her spit out what she got.
She can vomit, but can she do it in a different way?
Jolene couldnât sleep again. It was getting cold before she fell asleep.
Amara was startled when she saw her black face and blue lips, and chased after her to ask what was wrong and if she was uncomfortable.
Jolene said she was fine, and when she went to the dining room for breakfast, she heard Amara calling Bowen in the kitchen.
âBowen, Miss Marsh doesnât look good. Should we send her to the hospital?â
When she turned around and saw Jolene standing at the kitchen door, her face changed immediately, and she quickly hung up the phone: âMiss Marsh, what do you need?â
âGrab a bowl.â Jolene said, âI want milk.â
âOh, okay, okay, you go sit down, Iâll get it.â
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788 Vouchers Jolene glanced at her, went back to the dining room and sat down at the table.
Amara took the bowl to her with a cautious expression.
Jolene smiled at her: âThank you Amara for your concern, Iâm fine, itâs just insomnia.â
âOh.â Amara smiled awkwardly.
When Jolene eats breakfast, she always feels like Amara is looking at her.
Not only was Amara spying on her, she was walking in the garden when she thought the gardener was spying on her too.
Take Alexâs car to the hospital to see Frank, and every time she looks up ahead, she can meet Alexâs eyes in the rearview mirror.
It seems that everyone is monitoring her.
Keep Bowen informed of her every move.
She is not Bowenâs canary, she is a lamb to be slaughtered.
If theyâre okay, itâs Joleneâs own mental problem.
She leaned back in her chair and looked out the window, telling herself in her heart.
Well, itâs over.
If this continued, she would consume herself to death.