The Seventh Bride

Chapter 5 The Ring Won't Come Off My Finger

"What do you mean? What do you want to do?" Ivanka Bai stared at the old madam in horror.

She saw Charles Nangong's illness? Does it mean that she saw what he was like when he had an attack if his old illness?

The bedroom was dark last night, she didn't see anything at all!

"You have two options right now. First, choose something to end yourself." The old madam waved her hand, and a little maid walked in with a tray. Ivanka was surprised to find that there were white silk, sleeping pills, and a fruit knife in the tray.

She instinctively took a step back and opened her mouth, "Then what is the second option?"

"Second, go to the airport early tomorrow morning, and someone will take care of your daily life abroad."

Ivanka finally understood it that they will throw her to a god-forsaken place and imprisoned her. She would never be able to step into City C in her whole life.

Charles Nangong, you are really ruthless!

Ivanka threw away the hand of the maid bitterly, and said with a cold emotion, "I will do it by myself."

This is a gold-inlaid jade ring. The black jade on it is round and bright. The ring looks like that it was bought from an antique store. The style is unique and beautiful.

When Monk Wang put the ring on her ring finger last night, she secretly admired the uniqueness of this ring. She had never seen it before. However, she didn't expect that it will be taken back without wearing for a long time by herself.

Of course, this is something from the Nangong Family, she doesn't need it!

While…….

She tried her best to draw it hard, but the ring was stuck on her ring finger motionlessly, and she couldn't take it off no matter how much strength she used.

Ms.He saw the reason and asked the little maid to bring suds, but it was still useless.

"Madam, the ring can't be taken off." Ms.He respectfully said to Mrs. Nangong after she tried it herself.

"Then find a way to take it down. After dropping this sentence, Mrs. Nangong turned and left the living room. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Charles in the ward couldn't sleep no matter how he slept. So he stood up from the bed, took out a piece of Valium from the drawer and swallowed it quickly.

Over the years, he has been relying on drugs to fall asleep, and he has become more and more dependent on Valium tablets. He did not know if it is due to his imminent death.

He finally fell asleep, but one after another nightmares overwhelmed, and every fragment was inseparable from the woman in the cell, and the ring that couldn't be taken off no matter using what way.

He had only met her once, but he seems to have known her for a long time, and the more he looks her, the more familiar she becomes.

As soon as the picture turned, it is that she stared at him with a desperate and sad expression and said that if he missed her, he would never find anyone who really fits this ring in his life.

Charles opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed.

Big cold sweat rolled off his forehead. It was the first time he made this kind of dream, and the first time he dreamed of a woman.

Those previous women were more pitiful and tragic than her, but no one of them entered his dream!

How could this be? Is it just because she is like that woman?

He wiped the cold sweat on his head with his sleeve, got out of bed, walked to the water dispenser to pour a glass of water and drank it suddenly, then stepped to the French windows, staring at the dark window outside the hospital quietly .