Queen Revenge

The heart of Pheobe Wilson is known to all.

Old favorites turning back more or less bring back memories of days gone by.

Add a few tears and ninety-nine percent of men will fall.

Pheobe Wilson words have come to this point, do not want the name, just follow, as long as Walker Richter still want her, she does not ask for anything, this kind of woman, do not know how many men dream of.

Have a face and body, do not disturb the family life of the confidant, men are afraid of a dozen is not enough, men, the Chinese up and down five thousand years, are hoping that the women in groups, the red flag at home, outside the colorful flag fluttering.

Walker Richter’s brows tightened, without a hint of softness, instead, his eyes were filled with disappointment, “Today’s words, I’ll treat them as if I’ve never heard them before, and it all ends here, or else the cooperation between THE RICHTER GROUP and JK will end here as well.”

Walker Richter warned Pheobe Wilson about the partnership, which left her incredulous: “Walker, that’s a billion-dollar-plus partnership, and you want to terminate it just to make Bella Hill happy?”

I for one don’t think Walker Richter is pressuring with his job because he’s pleasing anyone, he’s a public and private person, whereas Pheobe Wilson is now a public and private person, and that’s the key reason.

Pheobe Wilson doesn’t seem to know enough about Walker Richter.

I wasn’t interested in hearing any more, and stumbled towards the courtyard of the Sea Viewing Building, much sobered by the cold wind.

I don’t understand Walker Richter’s approach. He doesn’t want the woman who’s coming to him. Is there really a man in the world who can sit on his ass like that?

Finding a bench to sit down, my thumb rubbing the bracelet, I was thinking, if Ulysses Will turn back, I am afraid that I can t do as desperate as Walker Richter, my heart … will be shaken!

A cold wind blew, so cold that I sneezed and rubbed my cold arms, then suddenly, my body warmed up, and when I looked up, I saw Walker Richter’s handsome face.

He draped his jacket over me and gathered his collar again to keep the cold wind out, “Why are you out.”

I cocked my head at him, making it impossible to take my eyes off him.

Drinking and cold winds make my head especially sore and groggy.

I lowered my eyes, rested my groggy head on my knees and whispered, “Walker Richter, you’re the second person in the world who’s ever been nice to me besides Ulysses Will, don’t be so nice to me, I’m afraid I’ll really fall in love with you and then I won’t be able to leave.”

People who lack love, a little concern from others may take the whole heart captive.

I covered my heart, I didn’t want to lose it again, the feeling of removing it alive hurt so, so much.

Walker Richter moved closer to me and stroked my head, his low voice above my head, “Then stay.”

Stay?

I lifted my head up, and from my angle, all I could see was his cold, hard jaw, and the light shrouded his eyes in darkness.

I smiled, “I can’t stay …”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m just a thief who stole someone else’s identity.

He rubbed my hair in a very gentle motion and said nothing, pressing my head into his arms.

His embrace was so warm, probably really drunk, I let loose and rubbed myself in his arms like a lazy cat, very contentedly closing my eyes, wanting to sleep so badly.

Wine can be a mistake, I do not know when I fell asleep do not know, do not know how to return to the old mansion of the Richter family, and when I woke up, it was in a big soft bed.

Walker Richter has been socializing a lot lately, and he hasn’t taken me out since that time, afraid he thinks I’ll embarrass him if I get drunk.

Ben Richter and Nancy Richter were rarely home either, going out early in the morning and coming back later in the night, and Tina Deross had been going out a lot in the last couple of days, acting strangely, and I guessed that it must have something to do with that Leon Murphy.

I carry all kinds of tonic soups to the hospital every day to see Fiona Croix, and thinking about Ulysses Will’s leg injury, I asked my nanny to make an extra one and deliver it to Ulysses Will.

Ulysses Will is leggy and hasn’t gone out for the past few days, there are a lot of takeout boxes piled up at the door, I stand in front of the window with my soup, Ulysses Will is sitting in front of the drawing board painting, painting with his left hand, each brush stroke is a struggle, his right hand has been constantly trembling slightly, it’s the aftereffects of the burns from the fire.

Ulysses Will didn’t notice me, and I didn’t bother him, my eyes falling on his painting.

He painted the sea, the waves, the sea wind roaring, probably this is his state of mind at this time, the appearance seems to be calm, but really the waves of darkness.

Inside he was growling, he was resigning himself to his fate.

Suddenly, he exerted too much force with his left hand, one stroke down, the whole painting was completely destroyed, his fire completely surged up, furious, he threw the brush out, reached out and tore the painting down, the whole person was in the state of violent anger, picked up the bottle of wine on the table and violently poured a mouthful.

“Ulysses Will.”

I pushed the door in and snatched the bottle out of his hand, “It’s just ruining a painting, why give yourself up, big deal, start over.”

I know Ulysses Will has tried very hard to pull himself together, but where does it all go so easy, and in his quest for perfection, he won’t allow his work to be half-perfected.

Ulysses Will let out a bitter laugh, “Alva, I’m really wasted, wasted.”

He stared at his hands, hating to waste them.

“Ulysses Will, you’re already doing great.” I squatted down, held his burned hand, and softly soothed him, “Look, you can paint with your left hand now, and you’re already very good at doing so in such a short period of time, I’m sure that in time you’ll be reborn in nirvana and become a top-notch painter.”

“A top notch painter?” Ulysses Will muttered, staring at the torn paintings on the floor, he had no confidence left, the road to success was full of thorns, he chickened out, “It’s no longer possible Alva, you think too highly of me, these days all I want is to have a roof over my head.”

I hated it, “You’re just starting out in life, how is that not possible, Ulysses Will, stand up like a man and don’t make me look bad.”

“Alva…” said Ulysses Will, looking at me as if he had a lot to say that reached his lips but swallowed back.

“Drink the soup first, don’t eat takeout in the future, it’s not nutritious.” I dished out the soup from the thermos and said, “I’ve been contacting hospitals lately, I’m sure I can cure your hand.”

“You don’t hate me anymore?”

I gave him a startled look, “Am I entitled to hate you?”

I placed the soup in front of him and continued, “I was furious when I found out that you were in love with Bella Hill, then I figured out that it’s your right to love whoever you want, I have no right to interfere, and you don’t owe me anything.”

Ulysses Will’s gaze darkened steeply and he said, “I’m sorry.”

Between me and Ulysses Will, even this apology is unnecessary.

Since then, I’ve often brought Ulysses Will meals and soup, and I’m constantly in touch with specialists in burns.

This day.

I was delivering soup to Ulysses Will once again, and just as I got to the door of the rental I heard a familiar voice coming from inside.

“You name your price, how much will it cost you to stop pestering her.”