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.

would be foolish of her not to accept the money

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

at the ceiling painted with

body was actually covered with numerous scars, large and small, all left by his mother in her drunken stupors. These scars had been his

were due to the car

get inked just like her, all in an effort to cover up these

made to start anew,

anymore.

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

prepared a late-night snack for

His car was parked at the front gate. I didn’t dare make a sound inside the mansion.

having supper, so you can take it home with you. I can’t finish all of this by myself. I’m going to head

then. You should get some

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

it was a waste to leave

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

the appetite and loved to eat. This was the first 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.

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herself to steal.

before heading upstairs. She only ate the

It may be comfortable living here, but it doesn’t feel

to call you when Ms. Eileen returned… Don’t worry, though. She’s doing great right now! When are you coming back? Oh my, I miss you so

a few

Why are you coughing? Are you sick? Feeling any better?” Mary

doing well, that’s all that matters. I’m

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

was bathed in

the bathroom and placed

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

seemed like she had succeeded.