Always in Love with You

When she was about to get off work, she called Bruce.

"You can go home by yourself. I'm going to school tonight, not the apartment!"

"Dear Polly? Why? I've been waiting for you for such a long time. Don't you have any mercy on me? " He said in a hurry, "I haven't eaten anything yet in order to wait for you."

"If you are hungry, you can eat something before going home!"

"But you said you wouldn't come back with me. How am I supposed to eat?"

"What on earth do you want?" asked Polly impatiently

His voice was as soft as the wind blowing in the night, "my purpose is very simple. I'm waiting for my wife. I want to go home with her."

Hearing that, Polly was stunned for a while and immediately regained her composure. She said rudely, "you can go now. No matter what you say, I won't go back with you! If you insist on waiting here, then just wait! "

Bruce didn't hang up the phone, and the busy tone came from the phone, reminding him that Polly would not give him any chance to speak. As if he didn't feel anything, his whole body slumped into the seat.

Owen opened the door of the car, and when he saw that Polly walked directly toward him while avoiding Bruce, he just smiled like a rose blooming in the night.

Tonight she was doomed to leave with me, and Bruce would not interfere in her to keep a good image in his heart.

Finally, they could sit down and have a good chat.

Although it was in darkness, but in Owen's eyes, it was a deeper and more dazzling smile than the sunlight.

He had been wondering why Owen would come tonight when he was waiting for Polly. The more he thought about it, the less confident he was. At that time, Dear Polly's phone rang, and Dear Polly urged him to leave.

He had thought of more than a thousand ways to make Owen leave silently and let Dear Polly go back with him. But Owen was only a stranger to her. Even if she couldn't erase the past, it was in the past. The man was an existence that could not be ignored. He did not have the power, nor could he manipulate the distant past.

He was standing beside the signboard of Unusual House., with all kinds of flowers falling down from his head.

he could do nothing to stop her. Yes, he

his angle, he could only see

something blocking his heart, and he could not breathe smoothly. He wanted to call the thin and stubborn woman, but he could

walked out and touched his hair. The flowers on him back were thrown out. He

car, Bruce finally opened his mouth and asked,

he immediately turned back and went

car, followed by Bruce. They started the engine. From the rear view mirror, she saw Bruce's

he want to do? Would he always follow her and wait for her to return to her dormitory after

long will it take? '! Didn't he say that he hadn't

with me, why don't you have any freedom now. What a petty man Bruce was! We just chatted for a short while, but he seemed to be plotting something?

"He is not that kind of person. He might be worried about me." There must be something wrong with her

eyes darkened. He looked at the bright road in front of

rear view mirror, she couldn't help turning back to have a look. They kept a short distance

cars passing by. If he sped up now, it was very likely that he would get

she got rid

kidding. Dear Polly, don't take it seriously. " As he said, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the back of Polly's hand. As if

I just think that it's better to let nature take its course." She lowered her head. Although the warmth she felt just now was short,

right. If he wants to follow

the car passed through a large patch of shady roads, dense branches and leaves covered the light of the street lamps. In

back as if reflexively, finding that Bruce's car stopped. Out of nowhere, Jean

over to Jean and pulled her up. "Jean, are you

of her mouth. Panicked, he pulled her into

said, "Dear Polly, it seems that something is wrong.

handle it well. We don't need

Owen's car. He was

from Bruce. She frowned and hung up the phone. She called him several times, but he didn't answer.

Bruce's?" Turning his face around, Owen

nothing to talk