Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

"Georgia, actually I am glad. I felt you had lost your spirit recently, as if you were living in another world. I was worried that you are psychological wrong. With this fight, I felt you have your spirit back and you came back to be lively. When we fought with the bad guys, we were happy and carefree. And not I fought together with you and was imprisoned with you, I don't regret it."

When they were in the university, a nasty naked guy rushed out to molest them on their way to school at night, they beat that guy hard.

Those memories of youth were really too long ago.

Long enough to make her doubt that her life had even had such a period of youthful days.

"Vanessa, sometimes I really miss the past, but there is no turning back in life."

Vanessa felt sad when she thought of the past, but what had happened today made her happy.

"Georgia, in fact, I have long disliked Rachel. She made me suffer so much, and I feel super good that we beat her together, even if we get in prison for a few days."

Georgia looked at the beaming Vanessa, she couldn't help laughing.

"It's really good to beat that bitch."

They looked at each other and let the things happened today behind their mind.

However, after a while, the prison door was opened. Rachel came in.

She had a swollen and gloomy, looking at Georgia and Vanessa with vicious eyes.

“Listen, I have a lawyer and I will suit you. And you will have to compensate me.”

Georgia came forward and laughed.

“Rachel, just suit. You can hire a lawyer, I can too. Do you think you own the court? What do you think you are?”

Rachel was angry with her chest up and down. And she looked towards Vanessa.”

“Vanessa, Alfred and I will have the wedding next month. I told you that you can’t have him, he is my man.”

Vanessa laughed.

“Rachel, since you are getting married, how do you sill come to me? I am not with him anymore, why do you still guard against me? It is funny, is that you are not as good as me in Alfred’s eyes?”

Rachel was so angry about that.

“I know you still like Alfred, but he will be soon my husband.”

She said proudly and then turned to leave.

Looking at the door closed, Vanessa laughed bitterly with her head lowering down.

“Vanessa, if you still like Alfred, are you going to let him get married with others? You had loved each other and I know you have not moved on.”

Georgia knew Vanessa well.

She felt that Alfred would not care what happened to Vanessa.

Vanessa was afraid to tell him the

feared that Alfred would

years, I still miss him, I still love him, so? He has a fiancée and will get married soon. If I tell him the truth, will he mock at

Georgia sighed.

move on, and you

so, I don’t rely on man anyway and

being silent for a long while,

still love Alfred, and how about you, do you still

Travis Armstrong?

his name, Georgia felt sore

was faint and

in the memory

ten years. He might have been married and have children. I have

stay in the prison for a few days, but in the

you. Come

prison and saw a man

case. When Georgia and Vanessa came out, he walked

Mr. Knight’s assistant, you can call

but he was

Mr. Knight bail me? How could

your phone was answered by the police,

felt guilty that Mr. Knight had to help her

not to think too

at him, Georgia

Alan, please thank Mr. Knight

the bail procedures,

Ivan came toward the police

but this man refused her indifferently, Georgia instantly

he can refuse the operation that he did not want to do and perhaps it is the right of

magnanimous and could not

in a coma now and so

could not

to pass by Ivan. She did not take

her best forbear, otherwise she was afraid she would really

to Georgia, who moved

walked into the police station. And then he dealt with

had no relatives and friends in D City. Ivan, as Ben's boss, had to come to the police station

walked out of the police station and

my fault, I am

asked while driving

"Why fought?”

fell

current boyfriend. He said something provocative to me. I got drunk

and said in a serious

don’t do

while, Ben remembered something