Chapter 50
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Mariela
for the felt
first
time
from the bottom
of her
heart
that
They came out of the court, and Lennon received a call from his assistant.
a Lennon might be good partner.
After hanging up the phone, Lennon solemnly said to Mariela, “That glass of milk was drugged by someone, and the dosage was very high.” Mariela’s eyes flashed with a cold light.“Sure enough.”
“Do you need me to help you with that?”
shook Mariela
Juliette knew
her
and
said, “No need.
I have
noted down
this
account.
I’ll
settle it slowly later.”
SO she deliberately played
a
trick
on
Mariela.
head
that Mariela had a court hearing that day, Although Mariela had the milk testing report, there was no evidence to prove that Juliette was the one who drugged it. Reporting it to the police would be useless.
Personal grudges could only be settled privately.
court
session,
Lennon
in the surrounding
area.
Mariela spent
a few days playing around with After the They went together to eat the spicy pasta Mariela liked. Lennon couldn’t handle the pepper very well, so he was sweating profusely. Yet he still insisted on finishing the pasta.
They went together to tourist attractions to take photos and experience the breathtaking natural scenery. They also visited cultural sites to immerse themselves in the history and culture.
These few days with Lennon had been
more fulfilling and joyful than the
past
three
years
she spent
with Jaime.
Juliette stayed in the hospital for five days, and Jaime never left.
During the five days, Jaime couldn’t help but constantly check his phone, eagerly expecting text messages and calls from Mariela.
from However, apart messages news from Mariela at all.
from his friends asking him to go out for fun, there were only work–related messages and calls. There was no
Jaime couldn’t endure it anymore. He sent a message to Mariela over his phone.
“Haven’t you had enough yet?”
Lennon took Marie’s phone and helped her take a photo. When he suddenly saw the message, his eyes darkened. After taking the photo, Lennon handed the phone to Mariela. With a calm expression and a neutral tone, he said, “Your friend has sent you a message.”
“Really? Let me have a look.”
Mariela opened the message. Her face stiffened when she saw that
message.
When she received a text message on her phone, it would be automatically displayed in a banner. Lennon must have seen it. She turned back to look at Lennon a bit guiltily. She nervously explained, “He is my ex–boyfriend. We have broken up.” “Alright.” Lennon’s expression was indifferent and emotionless.
“I have blocked him on WhatsApp, but I forgot to block his phone number.”
Mariela was a little flustered, and she didn’t know why she felt guilty. She was twenty–five years old. It was normal to have had an ex–boyfriend.
