My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 390

She knew that he could not let her go and that was why he was dothing this.

Even if he is heartless, will there be times when his love is deeply rooted?

It's just a pity that the moment he fell in love came too late.

They were destined to miss out.

Robert drove the car all the way down to her house.

Zoe did not speak and tried to open the door.

The car door, however, still wouldn't open.

She turned her head to look at him, "Mr. Moore, open the door."

"As far as I know, this is your parents' house, right? You are married and still living in your mother's house, can't your husband afford to buy a house?" Mentioning her husband, Robert had a touch of contempt in his eyes.

"I can afford it, but I want to come back to stay with my parents for a few days, is there a problem?" Zoe responded lightly.

Robert once again gritted his teeth.

"And there's no need for you to keep talking to me in a shady way, you and I have separated and I'm married, please be decent."

"Zoe, I'll give you one last chance, if you divorce him, I can get you back to me and pretend that nothing happened."

It was quite cheap to say such things now, and he despised himself.

Even if he was angry, he couldn't stop loving her.

From the moment he couldn't bear to look at her standing in the rain, he knew it.

His words were completely unexpected to her.

Endlessly touched rolling over and over in her heart, there was a moment when she really wanted an impulse to just nod her head.

In the end, however, she controlled herself and shook her head, "Mr. Moore, I love my husband."

With one sentence, all of Robert's thoughts were cut off.

Robert smiled bitterly, "Okay, from now on, even if you fucking die out there, don't come back to me, Zoe, you only have this one chance, and you're the one who doesn't want it."

"Okay," Zoe nodded.

Robert clenched his fist again and smashed it hard against the glass in his hand.

Then, he unlocked the car door silently.

From the drawer, he took out an umbrella and threw it in her arms, "Get lost."

Zoe squeezed the umbrella, gave him a deep look, and went straight out of the car.

The umbrella opened.

She ran into the hallway.

Closing the door, the whole person instantly collapsed.

In the next second, the umbrella fell down.

Like a puppet that had fallen apart, she sat straight up on the floor, her body leaning against the cold door panel.

At this moment, she was in more pain than she had been more than half a month ago.

She really didn't understand why God had to play such a trick on her.

Why did it have to give her lymphoma?

If there hadn't been this cancer, she would have returned to Robert's side.

What a providence.

Tonight, she lost the one person who loved her the most.

From the time Robert, who had been hurt by her like that, still humbled herself by letting her come back, she knew that her own self was now a more important existence to Robert than her life.

Outside the door, Robert once again viciously smashed the window of the car in his hand, and then lit a cigarette and took a vicious puff.

Only when the cigarette burned out and burnt his skin did he come back to his senses, throwing the cigarette butt into the pouring rain outside the car and turning the car around to leave.

In the rear view mirror, her building was getting farther and farther away from him, as was Zoe.

She taught him how to love, turned his world upside down, but then cruelly left.

Maybe he really didn't deserve to live cleanly, to live a lifetime with a woman.

Maybe he should have been a playboy and never mentioned the bullshit of love.

Love is a poison that can break a person's heart. If you touch it, you can lose half your life.

Upstairs, after Zoe watching Robert's car go away, her mobile phone vibrated.

The screen showed the name, Dr. Walsh.

She took a deep breath and tried to wipe away her tears to keep herself calm, "Dr. Walsh. What's wrong?"

"I just finished an operation and after I got off, I found the courier I gave you was received by you."

"Yes, the fake marriage certificate is very realistic and I like it."

"Did you show it to him?"

"Yes, it succeeded in forcing him back." Zoe smiled bitterly as tears once again flowed down.

"Why bother? In fact, you should have let him know."

"No, my life is counting down, so I won't drag him down." Zoe added.

Robert did not know how he arrived at the airport.

Nor did he know how he got back to Flento City on a private jet.

Nor did he know how he arrived home.

It all seemed like a dream.

When he arrived home, it was three in the morning.

Turning on the light, the whole world was Zoe’s scent.

His heart, once again, began to throb viciously.

It was clear that he hadn't slept all night, but he wasn’t sleepy at all.

He went straight to the front of the wine rack, took two bottles of red wine, opened them, and began to sit on the sofa and drink.

He drank until he was dizzy, and then he fell asleep.

Only in his dreams, it was all Zoe.

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At noon, Jocelyn went back to the Murphy’s.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard the house buzzing with activity, Sara kept laughing.

There were also the voices of other people talking.

Jocelyn changed into her shoes and walked to the living room.

In the living room, apart from Sara, Gloria and Allen, there were three middle-aged people sitting there.

Two men and one woman.

These three people, known to Jocelyn, were all architects and designers who were important in the construction industry in Flento City.

They were often featured in architecture magazines.

They had won numerous awards.

Many of the famous buildings in Flento City were all by the hands of the three of them.

Seeing Jocelyn enter, Allen immediately waved his hand towards her, "Jocelyn, come over here."

Jocelyn stepped forward and stood next to the coffee table, nodding respectfully towards the three of them first, before sitting down next to Gloria.

Sitting down, she realised that there were three architectural designs on the coffee table, a design of the building, a design of the square, and a design of the playground.

The three drawings were lined up in a row, and the contents of the drawings were hardly too different from the three she had designed before, except for a few small details that had changed.

She felt unsatisfied with the three drawings she had designed at the beginning, so she threw them into the trash along with a bunch of some of her own previous not-so-great designs.

"Dad, this is..." asked Jocelyn.

"Let's not talk about this, they are from the Flento City architecture community, very famous masters. This one is Micah White, this one is Sadie Hussain, and this one is Lincoln Lee."