Chapter 367

Chapter 367: We Must Be Together Alva sat on the ground with her legs bent and her face buried in her knees.

She just sat there, did not cry or make any noise, quiet as if she was the only person in the world.

Jackson’s heart was torn.

“Alva!

He ran at once, and soon his eyes fell on the vomit in the toilet, and his eyes turned red.

“Alva, I’m sorry.”

He got down on one knee and hugged her, his eyes hot and wet.

“I’m sorry, you hit me and called me names, okay?”

Don’t be so silent.

He was afraid.

Alva looked up at a worried Jackson and said hoarsely, “Jackson, let’s not be together.”

Her eyes were red and glistening with tears.

But not a tear on his face.

Jackson shook his head and squeezed his hand around her shoulder so hard his fingers turned white.

“No, we must be together, we must be together!”

“No, Jackson, listen to me. You’re a normal man. I can’t give you what you need.”

“I have failed to be a wife. I am not worthy to be your wife.”

“We get a divorce, you go to…”

Jackson put his hand over her eyes, which were red.

He couldn’t look her in the eye.

The pain inside, the remorse, he couldn’t look at each other.

He was afraid he’d go soft.

Give her a soft yes.

Just to keep her out of pain.

Alva’s eyes were covered and everything was dark.

Her chaotic world was suddenly quiet.

Jackson said, “Alva, I know what you’re thinking, but I’m sorry, I can’t promise you that.”

“I can do anything you want me to do, except divorce, I will not agree.”

He’ll never say yes.

Even though she’s in pain, she’s suffering.

He won’t say yes.

Suddenly, a burning heat fell on Jackson’s fingers.

Jackson’s fingers trembled.

Alva hushed. “Jackson, it’s not fair to you.”

Jackson bent his lips and looked at her with stubborn eyes, “You say fair, then I love you so much, can you love me?” If three years from now, five years from now, ten years from now, twenty years from now, you can give me a little love, I will be satisfied.”

The next morning, Jackson dropped Alva off downstairs at AK.

Alva got out of the car in silence.

Jackson looked after her and opened his lips to say something, but nothing came out.

She needs time.

He can’t rush.

Jackson watched Alva go in, and then he left.

Alva sat down in her seat and looked at the dark computer with a slight headache.

She hardly slept last night.

She couldn’t sleep.

She spent the night with images of that night in her head.

When I close my eyes, they are Uriah’s merciless eyes.

She didn’t want to see him.

She also told herself not to think.

But she couldn’t help it.

During working hours, colleagues came in one after another and started working.

Keyboards crackled and there was a busy air in the design department.

Ambrose passed the design department, looked in subconsciously, and stopped.

Alva sat in her seat, her hands propped up on her head, and seemed uncomfortable.

He looked at the computer in front of her.

The screen was black. She didn’t turn on the computer.

Ambrose raised his wrist and looked at the time. Twenty past nine.

Normally, she’d be working by this time.

What happened to her today?

Ambrose looked at Alva, who leaned over to turn on the computer, took the data, opened it, and started working.

Ambrose, frowning slightly, stood outside the door for a moment and left.

Alva read the email from GA and called GA.

“Alva.”

“GA, I read your email and did a great job. Come back.”

“All right! I’ll book the flight now.”

“Well, be careful on the road.”

‘Yes!

Alva was about to hang up when GA suddenly said, “Alva, do you have a cold and your voice doesn’t sound right to me?”

Alva pauses and says, “A little, but it’s okay.”

“Alva, you should pay more attention, it’s the change of season, it’s easy to catch a cold, and you’ve just been out of the hospital. You should take your medicine quickly.”

“Eat and rest assured.” ? “Well, I’ll hang up, then.”

“Good,” said Hermione.

Alva hung up the phone and looked at the darkened screen with a warm feeling in her heart.

Although uncomfortable, although uncomfortable, but life is not everything so miserable.

Alva saw Jackson before her eyes, his tenderness, his indulgence, his indulgence, his love.

Clench your fingers.

He said sorry to her.

But she’s the one who should be sorry.

Alva took the files, the notebooks, went to the studio.

She needs to work, work well, take her mind off all that mess for a while.

Then calm down and think about it.

But not long after Alva arrived at the studio, Jason came in with a young girl.

“Alva, this is Venus, and she’ll be your assistant.”

Alva was surprised. “Assistant? Not GA, my assistant?”

Jason, “GA, too.”

Alva was puzzled, and smiled somewhat incomprehensibly, “This is enough for me an assistant.”

I don’t think I used two of them.

“Ambrose probably wanted to speed things up,” Jason said.

Before he got to work in the morning, Ambrose called and asked him to arrange an assistant for Alva.

He was surprised when he first heard it.

But he’s not surprised that the launch is getting closer.

Alva nodded, “OK, thank you, Director.”

“You’re welcome, you’re busy.”

Look at Venus. “Match Alva.”

“I will, Director.”

Jason leaves and Venus comes over and looks at Alva. “Alva, what do I do now?”

Alva thought for a moment and said, “You, help me trim the edges of these things.”

He took the scissors. “Well, look at me.”

“All right.”

Alva is working.

Although she was still not well, the time passed as quickly as she could bear it.

Only, she’s on the sewing machine and Venus comes over with her phone.

“Alva, your phone is ringing.”

The sewing machine made a lot of noise, and she didn’t hear it when she stepped on it.

“Did the phone ring?”

Alva stopped the sewing machine.

“Yes.”

Alva took the phone, and a name was jumping on it.

Landlord.

The landlord was the contracted owner of the house where she lives now.

Not a real landlord.

But he called her for something.

Alva answered.