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Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 379

"What are you thinking about?"

"No just suddenly missed my parents!"

"Don't worry! What your parents want most in life is for you to be well, and now that you are doing so well, they will be happy for you!"

"Thank you, actually I have already thought about it!"

Marcy nodded and the two kept going.

From the car, this road, both of them feel a long walk.

One wishes it could be longer, while the other wishes it could reach its destination sooner.

Coming to the door, Rosemary then turned her head to look at Marcy, "Thank you for your words this evening, good night!"

"Good night!"

When Marcy finished, she heard the door to Rosemary's room, slammed shut.

Lying in bed, Rosemary tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep.

Thinking about what just happened, and then thinking about Wilson, her mind is a mess inside.

Will Edmund tell Wilson about her?

If she didn't say it, then what was she expecting?

When Wilson did such a desperate thing, why would she think so much about it now?

Is it because Wilson didn't give himself enough damage?

"Rosemary, wake up! He's the one who almost didn't have a name for himself in the first place, so why do you expect it?"

"Rosemary, I'll despise you if you do, you can't let people trample on your dignity at will anymore, he has Rita now and your child was indirectly killed by him, you can't be thinking about him!"

All night long, Rosemary was brainwashing herself over and over again, and she seemed to see Wilson's handsome, warm, jade-like face standing in front of her again.

She reached out her hand to touch it, but could not touch anything.

"Wilson......" Rosemary shouted, only to find that Wilson was currently holding Rita's hand and looking at her with a look of contempt.

"Rosemary, do you think I still like you now? You are just a tool bought back by The Grant family at their expense. If it weren't for you, I would have been with Xiaotong long ago, all because of you, with for you ......"

"No, it's not me!"

The two of them were obviously in love with each other at the beginning, why did they turn into this way at the end.

"No, it's not me ......"

Rosemary kept shaking her head, jolted awake by the nightmare.

The whole person sat shivering on the edge of the bed, looking around at the familiarity of everything.

She knew that Wilson hated her, so how could he possibly miss her?

Even a dream, he did not want to give her.

She will always remember the coldness, the disdain in Wilson's eyes at that time, the kind of look that hated to be able to throw her out, stung her deeply.

But why, she still wanted to be with him properly?

Patting her face, Rosemary was in front of the mirror and looked at the shiny white face inside.

And who ever thought that just a short time ago, this was a face full of grimace.

Looking at herself inside the mirror, Rosemary seemed to see the face full of scars and couldn't help but show a bitter smile.

Is she even qualified to think about it now?

"Vanessa, are you awake?"

Just hearing a knock on the door, Rosemary slowed down and immediately answered, "Wake up, Heidi are you okay?"

"Nothing, I went to sleep in that room next door by myself last night. Vanessa, you came back early last night, right?"

Opening the door to the room, Rosemary looked at Heidi and saw that she was okay, this time slightly relieved.

"I'm sorry, Heidi! I didn't mean what happened last night, I just couldn't imagine Fred he ......"

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