She wanted to turn around and leave, but she tried to restrain herself and walked towards that person: "I saw your messages and phone calls."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, the woman slowly spoke.


The man's deep black eyes glanced at her. His voice sank, his eyes were gloomy, and he asked: "Why didn't you reply to the messages and calls?"

The woman calmly said, in front of the fiery eyes staring at her: "I said, let me think quietly, and you also agreed, right?"

Already agreed, why did he still come here to bother her?


This was the implication in her words. The man's eyes flashed, also feeling that what she said made sense.

His eyes were still deep, but still did not let her go, her voice calm and slow, "Where did you go?"


It seemed like a normal question. The woman put her hands in her pockets, her expression calm as she said, "Nowhere, just having afternoon tea with Selma."

She felt at ease as if his seemingly indifferent words had another meaning.

At that time, he was busy with the messy work at the company, so there was no need to feel guilty, how could he know what she had done?

"You didn't invite me in?"

The man frowned at her, seeing her fumbling to find the key to open the door.

Ashley tried to appear calm: "I told you to give me some space, let me calm down for a while. Could it be that you are trying to trick me?"

The man's jet-black eyes narrowed, staring intently at the determination in the eyes of the woman in front of him, "Okay, I will give you time, give you some space."

He turned around, entered the elevator, stood in the elevator, and faced the unpleasant expression of the woman standing at the door, her melodious voice contained a pain that was hard to detect: "Ashley, I just want you to stay by my side, for the rest of my life."

The thin figure at the door trembled, softly "Um" ed, then lowered her head.

"Life is too long, I dare not think about it."

She said to the closed door, muttering. She took out the key, and walked into the dark house, as if her heart had fallen into the abyss at this moment. She was not a god, but she also knew the dangers she would encounter during the process of donating bone marrow, although it was uncertain, for her weak body at this moment, it was still dozens of times more dangerous than ordinary people. Donating bone marrow was a bet. A bet on whether her luck was good enough. She did not dare to bet before, because there were so many. Now, the Patterson Group is gradually entering orbit, and her grandfather's efforts are finally preserved. Patterson Group has been prosperous for generations, not destroyed by her hands, now, she has fulfilled her responsibility to her late grandfather, worthy of the good things he has bestowed upon her in the past, as for those things, whether it is only for her benefit or not, she no longer cares.

When she returned to her country, she had already decided to find a suitable bone marrow donor for her brother. If at the last minute, her brother could not hold on any longer, then...

That's right, at that time, when she returned from City A, she had already made that decision.

Grandpa said the Patterson family belonged to Bentley. The Patterson family was still there, how could Bentley die?

She was not so noble as to rush to seek death, so she hoped to find a healthy person suitable to donate bone marrow to Bentley more than anyone else.

Compared to "Noble Death", she did not want to be so "noble", she still wanted to see the flowers and grass and feel the fresh breeze of City A.

She still wanted to express her feelings by burning prayer papers for Lorne every year.

She originally thought that Milan's amnesia was a difficult problem.

However, when he lost his memory, she once again remembered his innocence and gentleness.

In the end, the innocent person was still her.

"Milan, you make me feel like I'm reborn, then you push me to hell again.'

He still wants her to be with him for the rest of his life. He's still the same as before, stubborn, selfish, obstinate, and deceitful.

He hasn't changed, he's still the same.

He has never changed.

The one who cooks for her every day is a liar. The one who warms her feet every night is a liar. The one who always says "Whatever Ashley says, Milan believes, Ashley is the most important", is a liar.

"Liar." In the night, the woman's hoarse voice resounded painfully.

It's all a lie. It's his scheme.

Because he wants to achieve his goals, those "good things", are all just his schemes.

He has never changed, in his eyes, this is just a game, but the one who says "stop", can only be him.

It was just that he was acting a play, playing a role, and laughing at her because she still believed in the play.

The mission was completed, and the burden on her shoulders could be relieved, so she should sleep.

In the darkness, the woman's eyes, desperate and tired, were just tired, without any strength.

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Selma came to her house as promised, Ashley poured a cup of warm water, and gave it to her: "Now that Patterson Group has gradually entered the orbit, during this time, you and I have been busy together." Ashley took the prepared stock donation commitment form, and brought it in front of Selma: "Sign it."

Selma picked it up to read, sat up straight, and quickly read it all, after a long while, her expression became heavy: "You want to give me 50% of Patterson Group's shares?"

"Sign it, you deserve this." Ashley continued: "Wan knows me very well, once I have made a decision, it will be very difficult to change. If you don't want it, I will convert these shares into money, to donate to the poor area, in your name."

"What are you doing?"

Ashley smiled and said to Selma: "Wanting a horse to run fast, but not letting it eat grass, there is no such thing in this world. The shares given to you are not free, I still want you to travel the world with me. You can think that I use money to bribe people's hearts."

After all, she still understood Selma very well, Selma breathed a sigh of relief, dismissed all the doubts in her heart, smiled happily, and picked up the pen to sign: "I have signed, don't regret it."