Female Novel
Chapter 1283
She looked at him with amusement.
This man, sometimes like a child, needs coaxing.
"I'm going up." She emphasized.
"Hmm." He finally let go of her face, his face still not looking too good.
Joyce couldn't think of anything more to say and hurried into the Emperor Hotel.
When you get upstairs, room 8808.
The door to the suite was open, and just as I approached, I smelled a strong odor of alcol.
Joyce's long eyebrows wrinkled into a Sichuan character, speeding up her steps to approach the suite.
Bobby had never met Joyce in person, but having seen the photos posted online, he recognized them
immediately.
"Ms. Knowles, you're finally here, thanks so much."
Joyce frowned, looking inside the suite living room, there are bottles everywhere, a glance over, there
are seven or eight red wine bottles lying across the floor.
Crazy simply, he actually drank so much alcol. Not to mention that the stomach can not bear, will cause
alcol poisoning.
She saw Justin sitting slumped on the floor, leaning against the couch, his back to her.
She hurried up to him and turned him around.
The strong smell of alcol hit her nose and almost choked her.
And he, originally a handsome and elegant face, now his face is red, like allergies, covered with a fine
red rash, a pair of bright eyes dull, dull look at her.
Like they were unsure, and like they thought they were looking at it wrong.
He smiled to himself, "Joyce, am I dreaming? I can't believe you came to see me, four years, I miss
you and think of you, four years, I'm hallucinating, huh huh."
He picked up the bottle and was just about to take another drink.
Joyce slapped the bottle out of his hand, "You're not dreaming, it's me, I'm Joyce, you need to stop
drinking."
The tingling on the back of his hand stunned Justin, and he narrowed his eyes, looking again and
again.
The stunning face that he had longed for, close by, perfectly presented in front of his eyes.
She was wearing a white sweater, her chest rose and fell smoothly, and he could even feel her breath,
which was hot.
It's really Joyce?
He looked greedily at her features, not letting go of every detail.
He reached out his hand to touch her face to make sure it was real.
However, the moment he touched her, he suddenly retracted his hand. The whole person seemed to be
struck by fierce lightning and suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly turned his back.
How could he have the face to see her?
He simply did not have no face to see her.
He worked with Otis for 3 billion, and Otis used the money for the purpose of splitting the military.
He is the one who destroyed her home with his own hands, and he is the one who put her father,
Ralph, under house arrest to this day.
It was he, who put the powder in her red wine to make her lose her ability to resist.
He looked at her and collapsed helplessly on the couch, but watched coldly.
It was he, himself, who sent him into the hands of Otis, the devil, and for a whole night he dreaded tonovelbin
think what she had been through.
He made all of these by hand.
Once thought that everything he did was to avenge her.
But who knew that everything he ended up doing was to personally bury the last bit of love between
him and her.
How could he have the face to see her?
"You go, you go!" He turned his back in embarrassment, and his shoulders kept trembling.
He simply does not have the face to see her, in this life, it is better not to see.