Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 695

Marcy parked the car in front of a villa covering at least 400 pings, and from a distance Rosemary saw a young woman standing there with her eyes following them.

"Here it is!"

Wilson pulled the door open for Rosemary as a gentleman, putting his hand overhead for fear of knocking her.

"Rosemary, it's really you, I'm really not dreaming!"

Heidi crossed directly over Wilson and looked at Rosemary in front of her, tears having fallen in the silent moment long ago.

Looking at the tearful Heidi, Rosemary's tears fell with her.

"Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you do!"

"Rosemary......"

She held her tightly, she was in the most painful period of time, is Rosemary inch by her side, and she had an accident, but only two days ago to know, whenever late at night, as long as the memory of their previous good memories, her heart is like a knife twist.

She couldn't believe for the life of her that Rosemary had left them.

Seeing the two of them crying, Marcy spoke up and said, "Heidi, didn't Rosemary come back safely? Just don't be sad, everyone hasn't had time to eat breakfast yet?"

Marcy's words fell, Heidi let go of Rosemary and said with an apologetic face, "I'm sorry, I was so happy I forgot you guys hadn't eaten breakfast yet!"

Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, Heidi took Rosemary's hand and said with a smile, "I made you your old favorite toast and sandwich, you can try it later!"

"Thank you Heidi!"

Sucking in her nose, she finally understood why Wilson had dragged her here last night.

In Heidi's body, she felt a warmth, the kind of warmth that is like family, the kind that puts you in your heart all the time.

"We don't need to be so polite to each other!"

Pulling Rosemary into the dining room, she had just sat down when she saw the maid bringing Elliott over.

The maid looked at Heidi with an apologetic face and whispered, "I'm sorry Miss, the young master insisted on coming over to look for you!"

"It's okay, you go down first!"

"Elliott, you've been naughty again, haven't you?"

Elliott, who is already one and a half years old, looked at Rosemary sitting at the table, waited for two short legs and walked to Rosemary's front, stretched out his hand and said glutinously, "Sister hug!"

Looking at the handsome Elliott, Rosemary hugged him to her body and smiled as she spoke, "What's your name?"

"My name is Elliott!"

Looking at Heidi, Rosemary smiled, "The little one isn't even a little bit uncomfortable?"

"This is my son Elliott, who usually lets me spoil him and is very naughty!"

Glaring at her own son, Heidi said with disdain.

"No way! I do think that boys should be a little naughty, so they look more energetic!" Unlike his family, the little face all day long with the four words "Do not enter," that little look asif everyone owes him.

"Elliott, you should call me Auntie or Mommy will get mad!"

Listening to Rosemary's words, Elliott turned his head to look at her mommy, his eyebrows knitted together as his childish voice rang out.

"Mom said that pretty-looking girls are called sisters, and those who are older are called aunts. Elliott didn't call it wrong!"

Looking at a dumbfounded Elliott, Rosemary was amused by his words.

Heidi couldn't help but hold her forehead, this son's ability to understand is really for her to compliment.

Rosemary couldn't help but barf on Elliott's face and said with a smile, "Elliott is so cute, but auntie is a little older than your mom, so Elliott should call me auntie!" This call sister, how to listen to feel this generation straight down.