Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 218

nly her thick black hair. 

Ambrose’s mind went blank. 

Not without love, not without a woman, but at this moment, his brain short circuit, forget everything around. 

Standing there like a log, motionless. 

Philip didn’t hear them. He turned to look at them and froze. 

But soon, he left quictly. 

Adult business has nothing to do with the old man. 

Alva recovered from her dizziness, regained consciousness, and smelled something strange. 

She opened her eyes and froze. 

The next moment, she pushed Ambrose away, turned and walked forward. 

She walked quickly, but when she came to the camphor tree, she stopped. 

Ambrose took two steps back from her push, steawed, and looked up at Alva. 

I laughed. 

I got over it. I knew pushing him was wrong. 

Ambrose put his hands in his pockets and walked over. “That’s how you treat your rescuer?” 

Alva’s frown didn’t let go, but she said, “Ambrose, thank you. It’s getting late. I’m going back to the hotel.” 

He walked out, caught a taxi and left. 

Ambrose stood there, rubbing his brow. 

Is he so scary? 

Alva sat in the car, looking out the window at the fast–passing scene, her hands clenched. 

That one made her uncomfortable. 

Why is it uncomfortable? 

Because Ambrose and Uriah run a company. 

They know each other. 

Then it’s like leaning on Uriah. 

She didn’t like it. 

It’s very repellent. 

Very resistant. 

Even though she knew it was an accident, she couldn’t help it. 

Alva closed her eyes to calm her surging emotions. 

Ambrose went back to the hotel and made a phone call. “Look up Philip, the owner of Helzberg Diamonds.” 

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To put something in the hands of a complete stranger, he will not give it without full knowledge of that person. 

“No problem.” ? Ambrose threw the phone on the bed and went to the bathroom. 

Uriah sat in his study, looking at the mail coming through his 

computer. 

In the mail were photos, cach with the time and place. 

He looked at these photos, dark eyes deep, like a backlog of winter snow, quiet terrible. 

Ambrose came out of the shower, went to the bar to get a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and went to the balcony. 

Although the night of H City does not have the romance of Paris, it has its warmth. 

Ambrose looked out at the night and took a sip of wine. 

Suddenly, the phone rang. 

He turned, walked into the bedroom and took his phone. 

Seeing the phone on the screen, my eyes moved and I smiled. 

Swipe the answer button and say: “Rare, called me again.” 

“In a good mood? 

“Naturally, you know, I like the view, the wine, the food.” 

“So, how many of them are around you now?” 

“Well, now it’s just the view and the wine.”