I become a SheEO After Dirvorce

Old Man Bonnie nodded, “John, Ruby has left. You should grieve and move on.” “Indeed, I will,” John patted Bonnie’s shoulder. “Is this what you wanted to tell me?” “No!” Bonnie immediately denied it and then looked up at him, “John…” “What’s the matter? If you have something to say, just say it. Is there any need to hesitate?”

Bonnie hesitated for a moment before summoning the courage to say, “John, you won’t vent your anger on Zayla, right?” John was taken aback. “So that’s what you wanted to talk about?” Bonnie nodded again, trying her best to plead for Zayla. “She’s really a good person, it was Lincoln who liked her first… If you blame Zayla because of what happened to Ruby, it would be unfair to Zayla.” Bonnie was a reasonable person, and then she whispered…

“The little man doesn’t like me either, “and now he has his other half. I can’t hold a grudge against Zayla for that, can I? She’s innocent.” Upon hearing this, John gave a faint smile and patted Bonnie’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I know that the one at fault was Ruby, not Zayla, it’s just…” John suddenly changed the subject. “Who were you referring to as the ‘little man’ just now?” Bonnie was startled and quickly shook her head. “No one, no one.” She couldn’t possibly tell John that she had feelings for Stephen, could she? If Lincoln found out, he would go to all lengths to help her.

it hadn’t caused Stephen any trouble was a blessing. If Bonnie kept insisting, even going so far as to accuse Stephen of being heartless, how would she, Bonnie, be any different from the departed Ruby? John laughed. Even

at times, but she’s a sensible girl who knows her limits. She’s still young and has countless choices ahead of her. Isn’t the idea of an old man uninteresting?” Bonnié nodded again and again, like a chick pecking at grain. “You’re right, John. I’m still young, I have many choices. I don’t want an

when I was little.” As she finished speaking, Bonnie looked at her wristwatch. It was almost time for her appointment, so she hurriedly walked away. John stood in the drizzling rain, stunned for a moment.

call me? An old man who’s out of fashion?” John pointed at himself. “I’m a washed-up old man?” It wasn’t damaging, but it was highly insulting. John felt as if he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood!

no longer desires what she can’t obtain. Why should you insist over and over?” After an unknown length of time, the rain stopped. John retracted his gaze, took a step forward, and left the cemetery. ‘Ruby, rest in