President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 874

Queeny couldn’t help but chuckle.

But on second thought, she shook her head.

“No, you still have to have your own life. You’re here for a job. You can’t risk your life for a job.”

Her words silenced Ella.

In the night, the girl’s face was calm and cold, and her eyes were so dull that she seemed to care nothing, which was a far cry from her usual lively and shy self.

Queeny, lying on her back with her eyes closed, did not notice anything unusual about her look.

She kept saying, “I still want you to have your own happiness. Find someone who likes you and you like them, get married, have kids, and live a perfectly happy life. This is the happiest thing in a person’s life.”

Ella looked at her and suddenly asked, “Is it really happy to live an ordinary life?”

Queeny raised her eyebrows, slightly opened one eye and said, “Of course.”

Ella curled her lips and said nothing.

Queeny closed her eyes and continued to enjoy her massage, saying: “Ella, you haven’t experienced the extraordinary, so you don’t know how great and rare the ordinary is.”

“People like us who live in danger every day don’t know if there is a tomorrow for us. We may never have the chance to enjoy the happiness that you have.”

“Every night, even though there’s a lot of security outside, my mind is always alert when I close my eyes. I was afraid that if I didn't pay attention, someone would pounce on me and wipe my throat.”

“People, after all, are afraid of death. Even after all these years, I can’t say I’ve lost sight of life and death. Who wants to die young if they can live?”

“But it’s because we don’t want to die, because we’re afraid of death, that people like us live in fear every day and every night.”

“And if fear takes over most of your life, then the wealth and status you have will not bring you much happiness.”

“Ella, I really want you to be happy. Don’t be like me. I had a chance, but I blew it, and I didn’t know where to go in the end.”

Her voice trailed off as she spoke.

Ella continued to massage her gently. The oils on her fingertips gave off a faint, pleasant scent that seemed to come from a long way away and made her feel relaxed and just wanted to get drunk in it.

She looked down at the woman in front of her.

She seemed asleep and lay there with her eyes closed.

She took off her guard and looked so thin, just like an ordinary girl, like a gentle and harmless angel.

Angel…

She muttered the words to herself, and suddenly felt ironic.

She remembered that long ago, in the afternoon when Queeny was most thirsty, she had brought her plum soup to relieve the heat without her asking. That was how she pinched her face and said she really was her little angel.

But was there an angel like her?

For some reason, her eyes suddenly turned red, and her eyes were full of sadness and pain.

Queeny woke up half an hour later.

When she woke, the stars were all over her head, and the lake wind was blowing on her face and body, cool and pleasant.

She was somehow covered with a thin blanket. She turned her head and Ella was gone.

She picked up her phone, checked the time, and realized that more than an hour had passed since she had been lying there.

Her heart grew cold, and she frowned gently.

What was wrong with her?