Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 1295

After staying here for almost a week, Rosemary finally had a sunny day in the empire, and the bruise on her forehead had gotten better, having spent so many days in her room, it was boring her to death.

Looking at the smoky peaks surrounding the villa, Rosemary finally knew why there was no phone here.

At this time, the imperial capital has begun to fall, a piece of red hot red maple leaves from mid-air slowly fall, Rosemary strolled in the wooded path, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, the corners of his lips can not help but hook a Tammy smile, find a place to sit down, pick up the brush in his hand slowly painted up.

It is said that women who work seriously are the most charming, and at this moment Rosemary is sitting among the fluttering leaves, just like a woman who does not eat fireworks.

Timothy came far away and saw Rosemary with a book where she was drawing, the red maple leaves falling casually on her long hair and shoulders, but she seemed to have entered another world, unaware of all the things outside.

The man following Timothy was just about to open his mouth to shout when Timothy stopped him, and just like that, he stood there quietly, his eyes lingering on the moment.

Rosemary didn't know how long she had been working here, looked at the finally finished work, nodded in satisfaction, looked up and saw Timothy standing not far away.

"Been here long?"

"Well, seeing that you were drawing too seriously, I didn't have the heart to call you."

Walking over to sit beside her, Timothy chuckled.

"I'm so sorry, I got so caught up in the painting."

Putting things away, Rosemary said with some embarrassment.

"Out of the way!"

"By the way, what can I do for you?"

Looking at him, Rosemary asked.

After a few days of contact, Rosemary found that Timothy was a very busy person, and sometimes he could not be seen for two or three days in a row.

"Nothing, just came to see you."

At that, Rosemary said somewhat uncomfortably, "I'm fine, everyone is taking care of me, you don't have to worry about me."

Looking at her, Timothy of course knew what she meant and said with a smile, "You are my good friend, not to mention that you are a rare guest in my house, so of course I have to take good care of you and do my best as a host!"

Listening to his words, Rosemary knew she was overthinking things, only there were some things she still felt it was better to talk about earlier to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Thank you, although I know this one thank you is nothing, but I don't know what else I can do at this moment except to say this, if it wasn't for you, I really don't dare to imagine what I would be at this moment."