Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

Rebecca sat on the side of the bed and stared at him for a while. As his breath got more and more peaceful, she put a thin sheet on him and leaned over and kissed his forehead. Then she walked out and shut the door slowly.

Then Rebecca saw old Lady Johnson standing outside the door with a serious look. Behind the old lady was the butler with a warm expression.

Rebecca took a bow and said, “Hello, madam.”

“How is Vince?”

“Just fell asleep.”

“Thank you, Rebecca.” The old lady nodded and left with the butler.

In the flower house, the old Lady Johnson used a pair of scissors to cut a pot of flowers into pieces and said to the butler Zenon, “I don’t like the girl Rebecca.”

“Rebecca is doing her best during the coma of the young master.”

“Do you think she has the chance to be my granddaughter-in-law?”

“That depends on the young master.”

Lady Johnson smiled seriously, “Why don’t you say it depends on me?”

The butler bowed, “Yes, you are right.”

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“She speaks little, not curious about anything.

“That’s it?”

“Every time someone mentioned the past of our young master, her expression would be a little bit strange.”

Vince only slept for a little while, and when he got up, he played the videos from Rebecca on the DVD player. This time it was about his teenage years. In those videos, he stood on the stage giving a speech, ran out of the basketball court in sweat, or sat in front of the piano playing.

Vince took a bow like a boy in the videos, imitated the boy’s tone, and said, “Thank you all.” The sound of the boy’s voice was clear, and his voice was low and hoarse.

Vince turned off the machine, threw the disc into the drawer, and tried to think about the past. He tried to connect himself with the young boy in the videos and failed, so he got a headache. He pressed his temples and stood against the wall for a while. Then he ate a painkiller. And he took a cane from the corner and began walking into the room. When he turned to the tenth lap, his phone rang. He answered the phone and said, “Okay, ok,” and hung up.

Vince turned on the computer, and the computer prompted that there was data to receive. He entered a long string of passwords. And after layer-by-layer authentication, he opened the new data received.

The information was Arianna’s resume, very simple, from kindergarten to elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, studying abroad, returning home, changing jobs, changing jobs again… Her relationship was even simpler, only one love experience, going to marry, suddenly breaking up, then single to the present. Only a few hundred words would be enough to summarize her twenty more years of history, just another urban woman.

There were also many photos of her, mostly from childhood and adolescence. The photos prove that she had a colorful girlhood full of applause and flowers. She played the piano, danced, received awards on the stage, dressed like a classic movie character, and was cherished by her family like a princess. However, her youth was like a blank. Even this credit bureau, which claimed to be able to get sneak shots even in the Johnson House, only found her ID card photos, driver’s license photos, graduation photos, and several work photos.

Vince looked at the photos one by one carefully. From childhood to the present, her appearance changed very little, just the look and style of her face indicated she had been through a lot.

When Vince saw the last photo, his fingers holding the mouse became stiff for a second. In that low-resolution photo, a man and a woman warmly embraced together, forming a vague party in the dim light and the blurred ambient environment. Even so, he could still recognize the long-haired woman, whose eyes were close, was exactly Arianna Jenkins. And that man with an unpredictable expression was clearly himself.

He stared at the photo for a long time, dialed a phone number, and said a few words to the other end. Then he turned the photos backward and looked at them one by one again. When he came back to the first photo, he used his index finger to touch the lovely small girl’s face on the computer screen.

In another corner of the estate, Arianna was communicating with her friends in Country C on the Internet.

She saw Ryan online, clicked his icon, and left a message saying, “Does Mr. Cooper has a twin brother?”

The next day, Arianna appeared on time for Lady Johnson’s tea time.

Previously, York told Arianna not to force herself. She would’ve refused the call in one second two days ago. But after yesterday afternoon, a lot of doubts came to her mind that made her curious.

Ryan replied that day, “Mr. Cooper never mentioned his birth story. I only know his nominal father is not his biological father. Yes… for a while, Mr. Cooper paid attention to everything about twins and provided help to several pairs… That Vince is an acquaintance of Mr. Cooper, his name written in Mr. Cooper’s address book. Also, Mr. Cooper had two calls with Mr. Johnson on the day of the car accident… Just, I never figured out his identity.”

The resourceful Ryan couldn’t find out the identity of Vince, but Arianna had the possibility to find out, so she came to the old lady. She had no idea what was waiting for her.

Arianna and old Lady Johnson were separated by a table, sitting face to face in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and drinking tea. The sun was shining, and the flowers were blooming outside.

Lady Johnson said, “Tell me more about Country C, please? Are you not accusing me of misinterpreting the country?”

“Please give me some time to prepare on that subject.”

“It’s alright. Please tell me more about yourself? Beautiful, rich, but lonely. Why don’t you have a boyfriend? Are you expecting too much? Or you haven’t encountered a suitable person? Or someone hurt you so badly, and you are in despair?”

Arianna was speechless. The old lady continued, “You only had one relationship before? You didn’t find a lover between seventeen to twenty-seven, the best years of a woman? For a woman like you at such an age, this romantic experience is too simple.”

Arianna was almost outraged, “Have you investigated me?”

“I must run an investigation on any woman who appears within one meter of Vince. This is a convention, sweetheart. You have to adapt.”