Chapter 1283
You Hit My Heart
She looked at him with amusement.
This man, sometimes like a child, needs coaxing.
âI'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.â
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 to 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?
âYou 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.