How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch )

Chapter 572

The man held Gilda’s hand with great strength. He covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel, handed it to Cilda, and took her away quickly.

Originally, there was another passage in the teahouse. The fire here was relatively small and could accommodate two people.

The fire made the wood crackle. Gilda felt better with a wet towel in her hand.

“Boss! “Why are you here?”

There were other people escaping this passage, and it was a surprise to see him.

The man who was called the boss shouted in a hoarse voice. “Leave now!”

Hurried footsteps.

Gilda hurried downstairs and stared at the man’s black back. It was a tall and dark male figure who should be young.

His voice just now sounded familiar… I think I’ve heard of it somewhere.

She had no time to think about it, and all she could think about was getting out of here first. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

On the third floor of the teahouse, Gilda felt relieved when she walked down the last step. She dropped her wet towel and gasped for air.

This should be the back door. The people who escaped from here were all insiders, and they were full of fear at the

moment

“What a pity. It’s just been built, and it was all gone…

The speaker was elbowed in the direction of the man, and he immediately shut up.

Gilda came to her senses and said, “Thank you for saving me. What’s your name?”

The man had a pair of deep and serene eyes, which were very interesting.

He kept covering his mouth and nose with a wet towel, avoiding Gilda’s observation. “You’re welcome. I just saw you when I was escaping. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

His voice was indeed hoarse and familiar.

Gilda frowned and said, “Whether it’s by the way or on purpose, anyway, thank you. I just heard them call you boss. You are from this teahouse…”

“Operator”

He glanced at the teahouse and walked towards the staff. “Why did it catch fire suddenly?”

“We didn’t know that the fire started downstairs. Probably it was winter and the weather was dry, so the guest did not look at

the stove…

Zachary remained silent.

The teahouse in the city center was on fire, attracting many passers–by to watch.

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Gilda’s eyes remained on him all the time. His newly built efforts were ruined in a flash. This man was not out of control, but quite calm and mentally strong.

She stepped forward and said, “My family taught me to repay my kindness since I was a child. Can you give me a chance to repay it and leave my contact information?”

Harlan had been avoiding her all the time. “I told you. It’s no big deal.”

“Yes” Seeing him leaving, Gilda was a linle anxious. She pulled his sleeve and said, “Of course.”

The man frowned and seemed to have no choice. He ordered the staff, “Give her my address,”

He covered his nose and mouth when the fire truck arrived.

The staff took out a pen and paper to write down the address while saying, “Miss, don’t be angry. Our boss is like this. He was disfigured because of something bad. I didn’t mean to avoid you.

Gilda suddenly realized that this was the case. No wonder he refused to show his true colors.

Eric paced anxiously ahead and his eyes lit up when he saw that Gilda was safe.

“Ms. Lynch! You’re okay, you scared the shit out of me! I thought…”

Gilda held the note in her hand and said, “Don’t worry.”

“That’s good. Mr. Hughes has called me several times. Do you want to give him…”

At the mention of Jackson, Gilda came back to her senses and quickly took out her phone. There were more than a dozen missed calls from Jackson.

And the news: did it come out?