Annie Davidson’s na flickered on the phone screen, instantly tugging at his heart.
"Hello? Where are you?"
Owen Lewis asked urgently.
"I’m at the new ho."
Owen Lewis was startled; he had searched everywhere but hadn’t checked the new ho.
"Isn’t it still being renovated?"
"Yes."
Annie Davidson looked at the new ho, which was mostly renovated, her vision slightly blurred.
Her face was pale, her lips having lost their past color.
A large loose garnt made her appear very frail.
Won often let go of their usual strong facade, becoming incredibly pitiable at monts like this.
She stood there with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
Once, she fantasized about her life here.
But she’s now entertaining other thoughts.
Judging by Owen Lewis’s current actions, he might spend the whole year at the Black Market.
What aning does this ho have?
It’s just a cold house.
No matter how warmly it’s decorated.
"Since you’re at the new ho, supervise the workers there for the renovation. I have a lot to deal with, and once I’m done, I’ll call to bring you back."
Having found Annie Davidson, Owen Lewis breathed a sigh of relief, no longer as anxious.
"In the future, wherever you go, rember to call in advance. Don’t let worry about finding you."
After finishing his words, he hung up without giving Annie a chance to speak.
In the spacious new ho, Annie Davidson stood there, with a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.
Her whole body hurt, each breath tugged at her wounds.
She didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, afraid it would lead to coughing.
A cough would bring piercing pain, as if revisiting death.
Yet, at this mont, the heartache was more intense than any physical pain.
Owen Lewis.
Owen Lewis.
Owen Lewis!
......
At the Hospital, Nia Mitchell held Fiona Sutton’s hand, her eyes red from crying.
"You must not overthink, okay? Look, you’ve lost so much weight."
Fiona Sutton smiled and nodded.
"Stay at the Hospital a few more days; there are Doctors and Nurses here to help you recuperate. I’ll co to keep you company every day."
Luckily, she’s just started working and doesn’t need to work overti.
"No need, I can take care of myself. You should spend more ti with your Maxwell."
Maxwell Peary’s earlier doting still replayed in her mind; one doesn’t need special insight to know how intense his possessiveness is.
If Nia Mitchell spends a significant amount of ti here, Young Master Peary will surely be upset.
"It’s okay, I can co with him."
Nia Mitchell quickly stated her decision.
"Coming to flaunt your love?"
Is she visiting or tornting her?
"When have we flaunted our love?"
Nia Mitchell imdiately protested, feeling wronged.
Since she arrived, her focus was on Fiona Sutton, and she barely spoke to the CEO.
Where was the flaunting?
Fiona Sutton chuckled, observing her cute deanor, her eyes filled with amusent.
Clearing away the gloom, she now seed truly open-hearted.
"You simply don’t know, Nia Mitchell. I really envy you. Haven’t you noticed? The way Young Master Peary looks at you and every subtle move is a display of affection."
So sweet.
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