My Remarried Wife

At last, Greg followed the order and left. Before he left, he considerately closed the door for him. The room returned to silence. He put the towel that had been wiped on the table and pursed his thin lips. “Can crying solve the problem?”

Forsythia kept crying. He wiped her tears for a long time. Then he withdrew his fingers and sneered, “if you don’t want to give up, fight back. Tears are the most useless thing in the world. ” Although Forsythia was drunk, she could vaguely hear someone talking in her ear, but she could not hear clearly what they were talking about. She only felt that her head was about to explode. When she struggled to open her eyes, she saw a tall figure walking through the room. The figure is so familiar. But who? With heavy eyelids and heavy consciousness, forsythia closed her eyes and soon fell asleep again. The consequence of the hangover was a headache. On the second day, when she woke up, her head was still painful. She covered her head and sat up. She didn’t calm down until she saw the room was bright.

After sitting there blankly for about ten seconds, forsythia turned around and looked at the bed. He lay there as usual, obviously not getting up. Forsythia wanted to grab her phone, but she didn’t find it under the pillow. She had to get out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. When she passed by the table, she found that all the things on it were hers. Forsythia took a look at her watch and found it was still early. So she went to the bathroom to wash her face and felt less headache. In the mirror, her eyes were dark, her face was pale, her hair was messy, and her eyes were swollen. How could she look ugly? Forsythia covered her face in disbelief. ‘how could this happen? She almost thought that she had seen a ghost, so she pinched her cheeks hard to make herself look a little red.

Then she soaked her eyes in cold water with a towel, and her eyes were not so swollen. Seeing that she finally looked like a nice person, she heaved a sigh of relief and walked out of the bathroom again. When passing by the bed, forsythia couldn’t help but take a look at him. Suddenly, a picture flashed through her mind. It was a slender figure walking in the room. Thinking of this, forsythia suddenly stopped. She was drunk last night. Was it an illusion? But why was that scene so clear?

she got the wrong person? Or in a dream? Forsythia rubbed her aching forehead and went back to bed, intending to sleep a little longer. As soon as she lay down, some more pictures came into her mind. In the bar, she threw herself into his arms and wrapped her arms around

almost guess what had happened since it was pieced together. She was so frightened that she didn’t dare to move. Last night, she was drunk and didn’t expect

mess? She closed her eyes and her mind was in a mess. As a result, she fell asleep soon. When she woke up again, she was awakened by the sound in

this decision, Forsythia was finally relieved. The door of the bathroom opened, and there was the sound of a

soon as you wake up.” Said Richie in a cold voice. Lying there, forsythia pretended not to hear him and told herself that she was sleeping with her eyes closed. “Shame on you?” ‘Does he know I’m awake? “Didn’t you do a good job last night?”He continued. Forsythia bit her lower lip and thought, ‘so what? I can pretend that I don’t know.’. After a while, there was no sound outside. Forsythia felt strange and quietly poked her head out. There was no figure at the place where the wheelchair was. It seemed that Richie had left. Forsythia heaved