Chapter 27
Rose Kinson said and took the old lady to the small garden. After approaching, she smiled gently and said, “Grandma, look at the red flowers. They are wonderful.”
“I can see that it takes a lot of thought, and the second girl is competent.” When Tama Kinson finished, she reached out and gently touched the middle red flower that was blooming beautifully.
Tama Kinson also has a little affection for this granddaughter who has never met before. From the point of view that she likes planting flowers and plants, she is somewhat like her.
Rose Kinson’s mouth slowly rose. Then she said cleverly and filial: “Grandma, if you like it, let Mary send you some.”
Tama Kinson nodded with a smile.
Rose Kinson said, “Grandma, let’s wait for her downstairs. Dad should come back.”
“Yes.”
Rose Kinson sent her to the sofa to sit down, found an excuse to go back to the room, and dial a number.
After the phone was dialed, the cold voice ordered: “Check where Mary Kinson is. She left after reading a text message. I suspect that she went to see a man. If so, take photos and send them to me.”
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Late at night, eleven o’clock.
There is no trace of coolness at night, and there is still hot air in the air.
Mary Kinson came to RED BAR and looked at the time. Richard Black should have arrived.
She leaned against the door of the bar and didn’t go in immediately.
The old place, he said, was the V13 table where they first met.
At that time, she was part-time delivering wine here and was molested by a paunchy man.
She could have solved it quickly, but he appeared to save her and immediately maimed the man.
Mary Kinson’s thoughts are close to V13. She lifts her eyes slightly and sees Richard Black at a glance.
From her point of view, Richard Black is somewhat similar to his seventh uncle.
When she saw him again, she only felt breathing stagnant.
Her eyes closed slightly; the pain in her previous life seemed to be transmitted to all the bones, which made her almost unable to stand.
The bloody scene is as clear as if it happened yesterday.
She opened her eyes and breathed, and the pain that was close to her soul did not disappear.
Even if it is reborn, the shadow is still deep in the soul.
All this is due to Richard.
She believed him and loved him for so many years, but she was finally pushed into the abyss by his own hands.
Mary Kinson stood in place, waited for a moment, put away all her thoughts, took her legs, and walked towards him.
Mary Kinson hasn’t approached, Richard Black saw her first, and his face showed a light smile and came towards her.
Twenty-three-year-old Richard Black is young and handsome, and there is a little stability in his bones that does not belong to his age.
The outline is very handsome, with a pair of eyes like vast stars.
In the beginning, it was also these eyes that made her fascinated, possessed, and lost her life.
Richard Black came to her side and held out his hand to hold her hand.
Mary Kinson lifted a hair on her forehead, quietly dodged, and gently evoked her lips: “Sorry, I’m late.”
Richard Black frowned slightly, constantly feeling that her smile was somewhat alienated.
Mary Kinson went to the table, sat down first, and then looked up at him: “Are you tired recently?”
Richard Black had some sense of loss in his heart and sat down opposite her.
He stared into her eyes for a moment before shaking his head. “No.”
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He doesn’t know why, he and Mary didn’t see each other for three months, so he felt that she had changed.
Her smile is more charming, and her eyes are more beautiful and moving, but the fundus of her eyes doesn’t seem to be all him.
Richard’s heart sank and frowned and asked, “Did my mother embarrass you?”
The only thing he thought of was this possibility.
Mary Kinson’s smile faded away, and she nodded: “It’s not difficult.”
Richard’s hand holding the glass tightened slightly: “What do you mean?”
Mary Kinson shook her head, picked up the red wine glass in front of him, and motioned to touch the glass.
Richard Blackfeet was not her former self.
He narrowed her eyes and seemed to see her clearly.
“Richard, your mother is right. What I love is your money, not your people.”
The glass slipped from Richard’s hand. He frowned coldly, but his voice was terribly gentle: “Mary, tell me, is my mother threatening you?”
Mary Kinson shrugged her shoulders disapprovingly, gently looked up, gulped down the red wine in the cup, and slowly evoked her lips: “I am poor. Who can threaten me?”
Richard’s arrogance rose a little bit. He restrained the emotion of going away, got up, and took her hand.
She was forced to get up and stretched out her left hand to take his hand away, but he held it tightly.
The man’s voice was almost hoarse: “Come home with me and make it clear to my mother.”
Mary Kinson looked up and looked into his dark and frightening eyes. The caution of being afraid of losing was so natural that it made her feel ridiculous.
Why can a man pretend a thing as “love” so realistically?
Even though she knew he had no feelings from an early age, she was cheated.
Unfortunately, she was reborn.
If he didn’t indulge Lavi Kinson in doing those cruel things to her, she would still believe that Richard, at least 23 years old, really loved her.
She smiled coldly and shook off his hand: “Richard, I took the breakup fee of 10 million. It doesn’t matter with you. I came here today to tell you that there is no relationship between you and me.”
she smiled gently again, somewhat sarcastic: “Oh, not really.”
After all, nominally, she is still his seventh aunt.
Richard Black looked at her incredibly, as if thinking that this was a dream. He couldn’t help but be irritable: “It doesn’t matter how crazy you are, but don’t mention breaking up.”
Mary Kinson smiled: “I mean, isn’t it obvious enough?”
Words fall. It is a long silence.
He looked at her for a moment, trying to see that she was just acting or fooling around, but she didn’t.
He had never seen her so determined all these days with her.
Never.
No longer as grumpy as before, he sat down.