Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

It was impossible to keep the child. Now She had such a noble identity. “He or she” did not deserve to come into this world.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Only, she had to plan this matter well and maximized the benefits of this fetus to achieve her purpose.

She’d got some thinking to do.

Charlotte’s lips curled up in a wry smile when she was thinking.

Naturally and calmly, she flushed the tester down the drain, shredding the box and destroying all traces of it.

Immediately afterwards, she walked out of the bathroom and left the shop.

The daylight was so good as if there was gold being scattered all over the place.

Charlotte’s slender figure, faded into the crowd.

Shelly sleptover until noon, so naturally she missed out on a great scene in the morning.

Joyce went downstairs to get some fresh air in the lunch break .

After drawing the design for hours, her whole body was a little sore.

Opposite the R&S headquarters was a merchandise street, with two rows of hundred-year sycamore trees forming a boulevard. The green stone path was like an oasis in the noisy city, which was extraordinarily quiet.

As Joyce walked aimlessly down the boulevard, she took out her cell phone.

After a moment’s hesitation, she dialed Justin’s number again.

“Sorry, the phone number you have dialed does not exist, please check and dial again.”

Still disappointed, she looked blankly at her phone. She was able to dial his number before, but now the number didn’t even exist.

Justin, where the hell were you? What should I do if you didn’t get your legs treated and miss the best time?

She always felt that as long as she didn’t get a refund, she might be able to find Justin someday.

If she got the refund from the hospital, it was like losing the hope forever and maybe Justin’s leg will never be cured again.

Her heart rose with a strong sense of guilt, mixing with the emptiness and hopelessness. Taking a deep breath, she can not calm down.

As she kept walking, she saw a cafe shop.

The European and Mediterranean style of decoration, the color of blue and white, all made her have a sense of refreshing.

“Can I have a cup of iced mochaccino?” Joyce took out her phone and showed the payment code.

“Yes, Miss, please wait a moment.” The waitress was very enthusiastic.

“I’ll have it too.” A low, magnetic voice rang out behind her.

Joyce, subconsciously, moved herself sideway.

“We meet again. Every time I see you, you seem to have something on your mind?”

Joyce turned around and looked at him.

He was wearing a pure black suit and a pair of sunglasses, with sultry and evil appearance.

“I don’t know you.” Joyce didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids. It was none of his business whether she had something on her mind or not.

Every time Christian met her, he had the feeling of being instantly insulted.

He hurriedly took off his sunglasses and his evil eyes blinked, “Can you look at me again? You don’t know me?”

He noticed that she didn’t respond.

He said it and was disgruntled, “We met last time at Riveria Haze. Have you forgotten?”

Last time at Riveria Haze she said he was a bad person and told him to stay away from her.

She was so cool that instantly aroused his interest.

In fact, Joyce recognized him. He looked so evil. It was difficult to find a second one in the whole Khebury so she could recognize him easily.

Christian had a bad smile, “Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Christian from the Ballard family …”

Before the words could be finished, they were interrupted by Joyce in a raw manner.

Joyce got the coffee just in time.

“I don’t dare to be interested in you. Please step aside, you’re in my way.”