Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 239 I Dare Not Open The Door

“Fabian, take her back to Jeahron.”

Jeahron was a small city located about one to two hundred kilometers from Hulbury. It was also Nancy’s hometown. The drive there would only take about two to three hours.

“But Mr. Smith, you-

“I know what I’m doing.” Jasper got out of the car. When Nancy tried to follow him, Fabian locked the door. Nancy’s makeup was smeared from crying, her fingernails desperately scratching at the car window. “Jasper, you liar! It was you who asked me to stay with your forever, but now you’re the one pushing me away!”

Jasper simply kept quiet.

“I’m sorry, Jasper. I shouldn’t have left you. The car accident was just an accident. I never expected it to change you like this. From now on, I’ll make it up to you with the rest of my life! Let’s not part ways again, I beg you… Please don’t send me back. Without you, I’ll go

mad!”

Nancy pounded on the car window as she continued yelling, “Fabian, open the door! I need to get out!”

Fabian opened the partition between the front and back seats, remaining unmoved despite Nancy’s shouting.

Originally, he wanted to wait until tonight to tell her these words.

However, a voice deep within him was telling him that he had waited long enough.

If I don’t go back and find her soon, my girl will be completely gone from my life! What difference would it make if I bow my head once more this time? After all, I’m the one who can’t let go!

It was just past nine in the evening at the tattoo parlor when a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen, with her hair in dreadlocks, raised an eyebrow at the handsome, bare-chested man covered in tattoos in front of her. “Hey, handsome… Are you sure you want to remove them all at once? This is no joking matter. I suggest you do it in several sessions instead. Otherwise, the wounds might get infected, and with such a large area, I’m afraid I might have to keep cleaning until tomorrow,” she said while chewing on a piece of gum.

But she had to admit that the man had an impeccable figure. Actually, your tattoo looks quite good on you-”

Jasper pulled out a thick wad of bills from his wallet. It amounted to at least over a thousand. This was almost equivalent to her salary for several months.

foolish of her not to accept the money when it

down and bear with the pain a little,” said the girl with the dreadlocks as she pulled up at chair to sit beside him. She began to clean the tattoo on the back of his hand, her fingers. lightly brushing over it as she continued, “Have you had scars here

was injured,” Jasper replied as he looked at the ceiling painted

his mother in her drunken stupors. These scars

to the car

him. He wanted to get inked just like her, all in an effort

to start anew, there was no need to hold onto

anymore.

that he seemed to be harboring many secrets. She didn’t ask much more and began to handle

Mansion, Mary had prepared a late-night snack for

front gate. I didn’t dare make a sound inside

I can’t finish all of this by myself. I’m going to head

get some

the sole housekeeper, Eileen had her move from the cramped housekeeper’s room to the guest room on the

waste to

watched Eileen’s retreating figure, muttering to herself, “Oh my, this is such a good family. Where can I possibly find another one like

abalone. Even though she had never tried these delicacies before, when she brought them home, her old man relished them. However, Mary never snuck that food home. She would always obtain permission before

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herself to steal.

up a plate of washed strawberries. before heading upstairs. She only ate the ones that were

a cold and lifeless house… It may be comfortable living here, but it doesn’t

three tries before the call went through. “Hello, Sharon, I was supposed to call you when Ms. Eileen returned… Don’t worry, though. She’s doing

out a

Are you sick? Feeling any better?” Mary

long as she’s doing well, that’s

for introducing me to this great job. I’ll come to visit you

bathed in

emerged from the bathroom and placed her first award

surfaced in her mind. It was of a time when Jasper had left a line of poetry in her exercise book: One’s patience will be

she