When Alina arrived at Leaf Cafe, the waiter saw her and respectfully led her to the private room upstairs.
"Miss, Mr. Collins is waiting for you inside." The waiter respectfully finished and walked away.
Alina stood at the door, looking at the tightly closed bamboo door, and took a deep breath.
The moment she pulled open the door, the clear scent enveloped her.
"You're here?" A man's low, hoarse voice came from above her head, and Alina struggled to get out of his arms.
She coldly avoided his touch.
Glancing around the room, there was no sign of Penny.
Alina instantly went cold, "Where's Penny?"
Chester had a flash of pain under his eyes at the detachment from her, pulling her hand over, and Alina tired to draw it away.
Yet Chester was tightening the force, "Know how I have been looking for you?"
He was madly afraid of not seeing her again.
She was seriously ill and left, and that would probably be the last time they would see each other.
Now seeing that Alina looked good, Chester was slightly relieved, but looking at her with such indifference, his heart rose to his throat.
"I was afraid you would be in danger, I was afraid you would be bullied where I couldn't see you." He was scared.
At this moment, Alina clearly felt that Chester's hand was trembling uncontrollably as he gripped her.
"Abby, I'm sorry." Chester could no longer hold back and pulled her into his arms.
The moment he held her close, he sucked in the smell of her body greedily, wanting to feel the real warmth of her body constantly afterwards.
Alina, "Let go."
In response to Chester's covetousness, Alina only spat out two words icily.
Instead of letting go, Chester's arms around her were heavier at the moment, as if she would disappear if he let go.
"Abby, we've experienced separation more than once, but this is the one I'm most afraid of." In the low tone of Chester's voice, there was a pain that could not be suppressed.
Alina closes her eyes.
"Let go of me." Chester was full of joy of recovering, while Alina was indifferent.
She was full of enthusiasm.
Yet who made her become different?
Not the Ajax family, nor herself, but this man who boasted that he loved her most and wanted to protect her.
...
After George's funeral, Nellie went straight back to the James family. When Catherine and Hazel returned, they saw Nellie directing the maids.
"Yes, Lady Nellie." The butler respectfully led her upstairs.
Soon there was considerable commotion from above, Catherine and Hazel looked at each other as Hazel rushed up the stairs.
The butler moved her things out of the room together with the servants.
"What are you doing? Put it down." Hazel went up like mad and snatched the things out of the servants' hands.
She wanted to put it back in the room, however the maid went back to her room to continue moving other things.
Such indifferent provoked Hazel.
"Stop it, put it down, who gave you permission to touch my stuff?" Hazel was mad as hell trying to snatch the stuff.
Yet all of them seemed not to be angry.
Hazel's face turned white in anger, She smashed the things on the ground fiercely.
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