Boss,I'm Not Your Stand-in Gilrfriend

After that, I did not want to stay in Denver another day. I packed up my belongings and returned to my hometown immediately.

When my parents learned of my divorce, they were both stunned. When they realized the situation, my father was silent and just fumed, while my mother could not help but say, "Divorce is no big deal, but you should not walk out of the house penniless. He's the one who made mistakes. Is not this a good thing for him and that bitch?" At that, she lowered her head and sobbed.

I comforted them, "I don't need him anymore. He can do whatever he likes. From now on, I will focus on myself so that I can brink back what I lost" 

My mother still persisted, "But... but you will suffer!"

I was driven by the emotions of my parents. My wounds were scabbed over, but my eyes were moist. I had no choice. After a few days of being so sad, I figured I could not have the whole family crying every day. So I started going out again. Days passed and I began to look for work around my hometown, but I could not find a suitable one.

After spending the new year holiday at home, I returned to Denver. It was not that I still had attachment there but just that I had stayed here ever since I was 18 years old. I had been here for several years and was more familiar with the life here. 

found a job as an assistant in Denver, which was my familiar ground. First, I did chores and didn't have to do the important work I

kept a straight face, suddenly said to me, "Darcey, here is a document. Take

a little uncomfortable, but it was a task

destination. It seemed that people still have to go out

I needed to send the document to a high-end community, which was close to home, but I had never noticed it before. I explained who I was and which company I belong to before the security guard let me in. Originally, I didn't want to go

stairs and found the address. I pressed the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered. Just as I was about to give up, the door suddenly opened. I quickly handed him the briefcase, hoping to complete the task so I could leave quickly. But

quickly stopped him, but it didn't work. While we were fighting, I saw that his hair was wet and the only clothing he

to open the door for strangers is either a pervert or a psycho! Judging from what he did to me, he must be a pervert!" I thought and gave him a crucial kick. Then I rushed

we separated and both calmed down. I saw who he was and blurted out