Marriage Beyond Redemption

Chapter 218 I Will Treat You Well in the Future

Kevin seemed to not see the disappointment in her eyes and reached out towards her. “Just happened to run into you. Peyton, are you lost or did you twist your foot?”

Peyton refused his assistance and got up on her own. She smiled

helplessly and said, “I was lost in thought just now and unconsciously walked here.”

“My house is nearby. Peyton, if you don’t mind, you can go and see Dawn. She has always missed you.”

She couldn’t refuse this reason.

The warm interior of the car contrasted sharply with the outside. Kevin handed over a cup of unopened milk tea.

“I was originally planning to drink it at home, but it’s just right to warm you up.”

Peyton looked down and saw ginger tea.

“Thank you.”

“Sister, there’s no need to be polite with me,” he smiled and turned the steering wheel with one hand.

Peyton felt a bit strange. She suddenly had a feeling that the cup of ginger tea was actually bought for her, and their encounter was not a coincidence.

honest, with

unrealistic fantasies

you looking at

a sip of warm ginger tea and sighed. “I’m just feeling a bit nostalgic, the kids from back then grew

longer the innocence and baby fat of childhood on his face. The tight jawline was smooth, but there was

watch on his wrist shimmered with a captivating glow.

was very strange.

an adult, and

parked the car by the roadside, with a smirk on his face. “Peyton, wait for me.”

Ten minutes later, he came

there some fresh fruits, but there was also a set of women’s

the paper bag into Peyton’s arms and explained with a smile, “Peyton, I just saw that your skirt was wet. I guessed you bought it, so if the size is not right, you can just wear it for

the way, this is freshly cut fruit. You can

drenched body, feeling a bit stunned. Kevin’s face stiffened as he said, “Peyton, do you not like

holding onto the paper bag. “No, it’s just been a long time since someone has

for a moment and then smiled, saying, “It’s okay, I’m back now, and

that the place he lived was not far from the Schmitt’s house.

plum blossom peeking out of the wall in the

open the door, the style of the small courtyard was more Japanese.

white gravel paved the road, and the water in the bamboo fountain flowed gently. There were several magnificent cherry blossom trees in the yard, with pink petals scattered

could even appreciate it, she heard a familiar

“Meow–”

shadow darted directly into her arms.