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.

to accept the money when it was offered to her like that.

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 before? It

ceiling painted with colorful

mother in her drunken

to the

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

anew, there was no

anymore.

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

Mansion, Mary had prepared

front gate. I didn’t dare make a sound inside the mansion. It seems he didn’t get the password right, so he left after

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

get some

was left with only Mary as the sole housekeeper, Eileen had her move from the

was a waste to leave so many rooms unoccupied.

muttering to herself, “Oh my, this is such a good family. Where can I possibly

time she had the chance to indulge in truffle and abalone. Even though she had never tried these delicacies before, when she brought them home, her old man relished them. However, Mary never

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herself to steal.

strawberries. before heading upstairs. She only ate the ones that were half good. The good ones she had

a cold and lifeless house… It may be comfortable living here,

something. She quickly dialed Sharon’s number, and it took 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 great right now! When are

a few

Why are you coughing? Are you

long as she’s doing well, that’s all that matters. I’m sorry for the

this great job. I’ll come to visit you at the hospital tomorrow!” Mary said.

was bathed in silence.

emerged from the bathroom and placed her first award on display.

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

like she had succeeded.