Billionaire’s Escaped Wife

When Xenia Miller walks by, she hides her mouth and giggles with Yvette Hill.

She spends the entire time talking about her subject.

Ada Wood returns to Viola Turner’s automobile and closes the window, looking at the two people’s backs.

She exited the shop and returned to her car as soon as the two men entered.

“All right, I’ll be back in an hour. We’ll stop by for a cup of tea in the afternoon.”

Ada Wood sat by the window, sipping lemonade and watching the traffic outside.

Adair Carter appeared at the window unexpectedly.

She dashed out of the shop and caught up with him.

Perhaps it’s a little too tight. Her hand is firmly gripping Adair’s hand.

Returning her gaze from Adair, he is taken aback by Ada Wood’s surprise.

The look of surprise on his face faded quickly.

Standing there, letting her hold his hand, there was no joy in fantasy, no expression on Adaire’s face.

Ada Wood is still unable to make a sound. There was no time to pull out the small book, so it was also left on the table.

“What can I do for you, Miss Wood?”

Adair’s mouth opens with a frigid voice. He loves her, but the price is prohibitively exorbitant. Perhaps he should not have stayed with her from the start.

Ada Wood is utterly taken aback.

The strength slowly dissipated as she held Adair’s hand.

Xenia Miller suddenly leaped to her feet, raised her right palm, and slammed it on Ada Wood’s left cheek.

“Do you think it’s not enough to kill Adaire’s father, little bitch?”

Do you want to keep hurting Adair?”

Uncle Carter was murdered by her?

Why is it that she has no recollection of anything?

What happened on that particular day?

She really wants to ask Adair the truth, but she can’t seem to make a sound no matter how hard she tries.

“You still want to pretend to be pitiful in front of Adai.” In the past, you were so brazen and obnoxious. ” Xenia Miller pulls Adair to her side.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Adair, you see, I had already let you go the last time you caught up with our news conference. You will not merely slap you in the face if you continue to entangle like this.” Xenia Miller has been waiting for Adair to alter his mind for years, and now he has.

She didn’t even bother to talk to Adaire. She was only interested in learning the truth.

Looking at Adair with misty tears, she is not who Xenia Miller claims she is; she has never considered leaving Adair.

She was really curious about what had occurred that day. If it’s truly her fault, she’ll take full responsibility.

She wanted to catch Adair with her hand outstretched, but she was prevented by Xenia Miller. “You’re a real skeptic, Ada Wood.” Xenia Miller raises her hand to slap Ada Wood once more, but she is stopped by a large hand.

“Don’t move my people, or I’ll let your wedding be ruined,” Viola Turner said, standing behind Ada Wood with a gloomy face.

Xenia Miller drew her hand back, scowled, and scrutinized Viola Turner.

“Oh, Ada Wood, I didn’t realize you were so talented.”

There’s a new man. ” Adair Carter’s face had changed slightly, and he now had a nasty expression when he looked at the Ada.

She quickly found a new man, regardless of how long he had been gone.

My mother was absolutely correct. “Ada Wood, you and I have entirely ended,” he said, implying that she feigned to be innocent and pitiful in front of him to provoke his desire for protection.

I hope you won’t bother me any longer.

Take Ada Wood’s hand and place it in front of Xenia Miller.

Because he was young and irrational, he killed his father.

He is now the only one left at home.

Ada Wood will no longer be a source of anxiety for him.

No, Adair, you can’t get me wrong.

Viola Turner can, but only you can. After I get out of prison, you’ll be the only source of sunshine. You are the one who instills hope in me.

You can’t treat me like this.

Viola Turner’s grip on Ada Wood is slipping as she goes towards Adair.

She approached carefully towards Ada Wood, looking at him, and dodged before grabbing him. Ada Wood’s tears are out of control. It falls on the floor, one drop after another, like a river breaking the dam.

“Please, Miss Wood, be respectful of yourself,” Adaire spoke in a frigid tone from behind her ring, then took Xenia Miller’s hand in hers and turned around, her head not returning to go.

Both hands are also in a holding position away from Adair.

The figure of Adair progressively fades away and eventually vanishes in the hazy vision.

Viola Turner remains silent as she stands behind Ada Wood.

She remains silently at her side.

Ada Wood slowly regained consciousness, placed his hand down, crouched on the ground, and grasped his knee, what seemed like a century afterwards.

She has no place in this environment.

Adair plans to depart when she marries and hands over the picture to him.

It’s fine to go wherever she wants as long as she can depart.

Viola Turner removed her coat and gently covered Ada Wood’s body before assisting her to her feet

” Viola Turner’s recognizable face draws Ada Wood’s attention as he raises his head. Will the man who is eager to join her now abandon her later? Her face was still burning with sorrow when Xenia Miller slapped her in the face and told her that she didn’t deserve .

She will be left alone in the end.

Ada is completely exhausted. Looking at two delicate pink scars on the hands, one for the left and the other for Adaire.

She’s not going to leave anything for anyone this time.

Run like hell along the road.

Viola Turner trailed her and ran alongside her.

“I have a better technique to vent if you’re depressed.” In her heart, Viola Turner is a doctor.

He is well aware that Ada Wood is the most vulnerable and that she has the ability to take his life at any time.

“I’m inviting you to join me.” Run to Ada Wood’s side, grasp her hand in yours, and sprint forward. When her body becomes exhausted and she is unable to walk, her spirit will become exhausted as well.

He used to do things like this. It’s become an extravagant ambition for him to continue to guide her hand ahead ten years later.

She dashed to the location where Viola Turner wanted her to be taken. There are many walls there, with the exception of the top 10, which are graffiti, and the back, which are immaculate white walls with no flaws.

At the foot of the wall, there is a lot of spray paint, which allows for free graffiti. “I come here every year to draw a picture.” I’ll paint it with you this year.”

Viola Turner took the can of spray paint off the ground, opened it, and placed it in Ada Wood’s hand, suggesting that she would join him in drawing. Ada Wood picks up a bottle of red paint and paints it all over the white wall.