Angela did not even look at his unpredictable face. He put on his coat and walked out of the door with his bag. Charles lowered his head and glanced at the bank card at his feet. He picked it up and quickly chased after her. She grabbed hold of Angela, who had just walked out of the room, and dragged her out of the room. Angela struggled to get rid of her anger and rebuked, "What are you doing?" Charles ignored her and pulled her to the parking lot. He pulled her into the car to prevent her from getting off the car. At the moment when he shoved Angela into the car, he locked the car. Angela was so angry that she slapped the window hard. "Charles, what do you want to do?" Charles still ignored him and quickly got up and drove the car out of the hospital. "You will only make me hate you more. Not only are you not loyal, but you are also a rogue. How can I agree to marry you? I must be crazy!" Angela rubbed her face hard, trying to calm herself do
After counting the money, Henric handed the money to his sister and looked at Harry. He blinked his eyes and blinked his eyelashes. "You don't even know my mommy's birthday. How did you become her husband?" Hearing what he said, Harry was speechless. He was choked and couldn't speak. Well, he was a very unqualified husband. The marriage lasted for six years. After tomorrow, it was seven years. The child was almost six years old and hadn't had a wedding night yet. Wasn't he unqualified? It was his fault that he did not make his wife "happiness". Now Henric had accepted him, but he had not forgotten that he had abandoned him. Since he wanted to get his mommy back, he had to work hard. "Check it yourself." Henric obviously didn't want to say it. He crossed his arms around his chest and said, "I'll give you a message. There's not much time left for you." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Not much time?" "Isn't that the recent days?" Harry squ
"I won't let anyone know for the time being." She knew about the sachet, so she let go of the next year's clothing exhibition. It was not that he was about to give up, but he was waiting for the right opportunity. If she did this at all costs, it would put Harry in a dilemma. Fortunately, he still had a lot of time. His kiss slid to her ear and said in a low voice, "You still won't say it." The sweat on her forehead and nose was broken into pieces, and her heart was still struggling and trembling. In the end, she didn't say anything. At three o'clock, he made a phone call. It was arranged over there. Now Harry could go there. Stacy stood at the porch and tied a tie around his collar, looking serious and focused. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "What should I do if I don't want to go?" Stacy said in a low voice, "You're not afraid that those employees will be disappointed, so you don't have to go." In addition to companie
"A little." The general manager of several branches gave him a toast, so he had to drink. He got closer to her, and the heat of his words tickled her face, making it itchy. Stacy slightly turned her head, while Harry pinched her face, pulled her face straight, let her look at herself, and asked, "Is it unpleasant?" Stacy nodded and said, "It's all the smell of wine. What do you think?" "Then I'll take a shower." He smiled sullenly. "Would you like to take a bath with me?" Stacy blushed and pushed him. "Don't stop." Seeing her blushing face, he laughed even deeper. He stood up from the bedside and went to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Stacy wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, feeling inexplicably nervous. After a while, a deep voice came from the bathroom. "Help me get my clothes." Stacy raised her head and looked at the glass door of the bathroom. She remembered that when she took a bath, s
Harry looked up at the woman sitting at the table and couldn't help frowning deeply. It was not because Ethan was dead, but he felt that this matter must have something to do with Janet. Since she decided to marry Ethan's security bureau, he felt that something was wrong. Sure enough, Ethan's security bureau died before the end of this year. He walked to the window and said when he was sure that Stacy couldn't hear him, "Where did he die?" "At home, I am at the scene. When I heard the news at that time, I was also shocked. He died without illness or disaster. Is it retribution?" Boyce said. Harry did not believe in ghosts and gods. This was a real world. "I'll go now." If it had nothing to do with Stacy, he would not have meddled in this kind of thing. Even if it was Ethan, he would not intervene. What he was afraid of now was that it had something to do with the farmers. Stacy and Janet had been dependent on each other for many years and
Carrying the bag out of the door, they continued to stroll. Stacy bought a fur coat for Melissa. She saw a cashmere coat, which was not very long. It was very black. She asked the waiter to take it down and give it to her. When Olena heard that she wanted to try, she quickly waved her hand and said, "I don't want it. I have my own clothes. Don't take it. I don't want it." "Your daughter. Buying things for you is filial. Let you have a try. Good clothes are also young." The waiter looked at his mother's age, which should be the age of Stacy's mother. It was normal. His daughter-in-law seldom took her mother-in-law to buy clothes. She could not meet many people in almost a year. Most of them were bought by his daughter's mother. So that was what the waiter said. Olena's face turned pale and shouted at the waiter, "What are you talking about? This is my young mistress. I am a mother-in-law who served others. Aren't you embarrassing me by saying this?" Stacy p
Now he could only hide it from Stacy for the time being. "If you have any progress, please let me know at any time." Harry glanced at the time. "I'll go first." Boyce agreed. When he walked to the door, Harry stopped. "You're alone. Come home tonight for the New Year's Eve dinner." Boyce was not from Bolenton City, and his family was not here. In previous years, when he was not at home for the Spring Festival, the three of them would meet outside. But this year was different. Charles got married and had his own home. He also had Stacy and his two children. He certainly could not go out on New Year's Eve. Boyce seemed to be lonely. "Okay." Boyce smiled and said, "I thought you've all gotten married and forgot me." Harry reminded him, "Don't leak it." "I know." Harry walked out of the villa, and the heavy snow was falling outside. The gray coat fluttered in the cold wind, gently falling off one piece. On his hair, he pressed the
Olena had never been married in her life, so she knew about the marriage, but she didn't know that she could be crazy to this extent. Everyone turned to look at him, so did Harry. "Are you injured? Where did you get hurt?" Before Stacy could say anything, Olena said, "She slipped in the shower with a bruise on her waist. When she ate, she rolled up the sweater. I saw it. If I hadn't seen it, she wouldn't have said anything." "It doesn't matter. Why don't we go to the hospital to have a look?" Melissa asked with concern. "It's okay, it's okay." Stacy forced a normal voice and went to talk to Melissa. At this moment, she was so angry that she found a hole in the ground and didn't face anyone. Harry was lost in thought. Did she fall last night? How could he not know? "Let's go. It's getting late." Stacy dressed Henric up and deliberately avoided everyone's topic. Harry's eyes fell on her waist, and his eyelashes trembled. He seemed to