However, what Justin said made sense. Who could be happy seeing their house bombed?

Rosalie didn't get mad at Justin. This time, Theodore was to blame.

"I apologize to you on his behalf. I'm sorry," Rosalie said. "Don't worry, I'll compensate you for your house. I'll do it right now-let me write a check for you."

She then pulled out a checkbook from her bag. "10,000 dollars in addition to your house. Give me a figure."

Justin stared at the checkbook in Rosalie's hands and remained silent.

"What's the matter?" she asked, concerned. "Do you feel unwell again?"

Justin shook his head. "No. I just haven't thought about the amount."

Rosalie pondered for a moment before saying, "How about this? I'll send someone to evaluate your house."

me? Let's talk

kept her checkbook away.

she pushed him to the garden in the hospital for some

setting sun,

a carpet. The orangey-red sunlight shone on every blade of grass, reflecting their

garden reflected the sun's rays like a mirror. It was clear, its surface quiet. The entire scene

Justin might catch a cold, so she covered his legs with a blanket. "After you recover, you

turned around and smiled warmly at her. "Can

"What is it?"

woman fancy a man

expecting him to ask her

and said, "Of course. You're great. I'm sure there's someone out

if such a woman existed, I might not be able to

can find a psychologist for it. Whatever it is, I'm sure there's

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