Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"What are you thinking about?" "No just suddenly missed my parents!" "Don't worry! What your parents want most in life is for you to be well, and now that you are doing so well, they will be happy for you!" "Thank you, actually | have already thought about it!" Marcy nodded and the two kept going.

From the car, this road, both of them feel a long walk.

One wishes it could be longer, while the other wishes it could reach its destination sooner.

Coming to the door, Rosemary then turned her head to look at Marcy, "Thank you for your words this evening, good night!" "Good night!" When Marcy finished, she heard the door to Rosemary's room, slammed shut.

Lying in bed, Rosemary tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep.

Thinking about what just happened, and then thinking about Wilson, her mind is a mess inside.

Will Edmund tell Wilson about her? If she didn't say it, then what was she expecting? When Wilson did such a desperate thing, why would she think so much about it now? Is it because Wilson didn't give himself enough damage? "Rosemary, wake up! He's the one who almost didn't have a name for himself in the first place, so why do you expect it?" "Rosemary, I'll despise you if you do, you can't let people trample on your dignity at will anymore, he has Rita now and your child was indirectly killed by him, you can't be thinking about him!" All night long, Rosemary was brainwashing herself over and over again, and she seemed to see Wilson's handsome, warm, jade-like face standing in front of her again.

She reached out her hand to touch it, but could not touch anything.

"Wilson......" Rosemary shouted, only to find that Wilson was currently holding Rita's hand and looking at her with a look of contempt.

"Rosemary, do you think | still like you now? You are just a tool bought back by The Grant family at their expense. If it weren't for you, | would have been with Xiaotong long ago, all because of you, with for you ......" "No, it's not me!" The two of them were obviously in love with each other at the beginning, why did they turn into this way at the end.

"No, it's not me ......" Rosemary kept shaking her head, jolted awake by the nightmare.

The whole person sat shivering on the edge of the bed, looking around at the familiarity of everything.

She knew that Wilson hated her, so how could he possibly miss her? Even a dream, he did not want to give her.

She will always remember the coldness, the disdain in Wilson's eyes at that time, the kind of look that hated to be able to throw her out, stung her deeply.

But why, she still wanted to be with him properly? Patting her face, Rosemary was in front of the mirror and looked at the shiny white face inside.

And who ever thought that just a short time ago, this was a face full of grimace.

Looking at herself inside the mirror, Rosemary seemed to see the face full of scars and couldn't help but show a bitter smile.

Is she even qualified to think about it now? "Vanessa, are you awake?" Just hearing a knock on the door, Rosemary slowed down and immediately answered, "Wake up, Heidi are you okay?" "Nothing, | went to sleep in that room next door by myself last night. Vanessa, you came back early last night, right?" Opening the door to the room, Rosemary looked at Heidi and saw that she was okay, this time slightly relieved.

"I'm sorry, Heidi! | didn't mean what happened last night, | just couldn't imagine Fred he ......" "Don't worry, Vanessa. i went to sleep in the next room very early last night, there was nothing between us!" Listening to Heidi's words, Rosemary nodded at that.

As long as nothing happens to Heidi, it's fine! She was worried about what might have happened last night? Before she could think more, Heidi spoke up and asked, "That Edmund didn't come after you last night, did he?" "No!" Rosemary smiled faintly, "Don't worry! He's not a bad guy, and he's not the father of the baby." "I guess so, otherwise you wouldn't be looking at her that way." After saying that, Heidi asked again, "Vanessa, there's something else | want to ask you?" "What?" Looking at Heidi in disbelief, Rosemary asked.

"Nothing, it's just that when | got up this morning, Fred asked me what kind of type you like, should I not tell him more about it?" "It's okay, next time you just say you don't know!" Heidi nodded, "But I'm saying | don't know, but | think Fred and Mr. Meyer and they both really like you!" But it's no big deal when you think about it.

Vanessa is so good looking and so smart.

If she were a man, she'd like it too.

"Heidi, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday ......" "Vanessa, you're thinking too much, don't worry, | won't take Fred's words to heart, and besides, you don't have to blame yourself!" In fact, she was glad that she could still help her.

"Well, we don't need to talk about this between us anymore, you wash up first, it's time to get up and go to work." "Well, | get it!" Rosemary answered and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Heidi had just sat Rosemary down for breakfast when she heard a knock at the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Meyer!" Smiling faintly at Marcy, Heidi spoke, "Vanessa is washing up, | just made breakfast, do you want some?" "Sure, but did you do my share?" "Don't worry! There's enough to go around!" After that, Heidi went to serve him another bowl of porridge, "I didn't go shopping yesterday, so this is all that's left in the fridge, but it's all fresh, it's okay, right Mr. Meyer?" "| think it's pretty good!" Marcy finished, sipping her porridge and eating her food, in a good mood.

It was only after a while that Rosemary, wearing a beige dress, was seen walking out from inside the room.

Seeing Marcy sitting at the table, she faintly stared, then smiled and said, "Good morning!" "| thought you'd gone to work long ago!" "It's still early, after breakfast, I'l send you to the office!" Marcy looked at the time and said to Rosemary.

Doing so, Rosemary took a sip of the porridge and asked to Heidi, "Heidi, have you eaten yet?" "I'l be ready in a minute, you guys eat first, | don't have to go to work anyway, it doesn't matter if I'm late!" Rosemary wanted to say something else, but when she saw Heidi's smiling face, she could only nod her head.

"Heidi's cooking is so good!" "Well, she's always cooked for me when I've lived here, and she's always been a good cook, and | love her cooking, but it's just a little spicy! But now that she has lived with her for a long time, Heidi has taken good care of her stomach when she cooks.