Babel Novel
Chapter 135 She went back to hometown
Chapter 135 She went back to hometown
Joey shook her hand, “No, you don’t understand, Allen is a perfectionist who wouldn't hesitate to throw Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
any flawed daily necessities away even if he likes them very much, let alone me, his girlfriend. It’s likely
that, as you’ve said, he will accept it for now. But I’m sure he will never forget it. It’s the last thing I want
to do to him.”
In this case, she’d rather break up with him now than live a miserable life together in the future.
She hated to bring him such misery.
Fiona was speechless because she knew Joey was right. She paused and said again, “Why don’t you
go back to my house?”
“No, thanks.”
Joey shook her head again, “I’d like to go home. Would you take me to another airport?”
She had taken back her suitcase from Allen with her passport in it, which meant she had everything
she needed to go back home now.
Fiona froze for a second and nodded, “All right.”
The taxi driver was asked to go to another airport in the city.
When the car drove past Allen, just as Joey had been kidnapped by Ben Hawk in the elevator last
night, he was standing by the road with his back to her, anxiously searching for her and totally unaware
that she was driving away from him from behind.
Looking at his back, Joey leaned closely against the car window and bit her lips to keep from crying
out. It seemed that they were destined to leave each other.
When they arrived at another airport, Fiona went through all the formalities for Joey in silence.
Before Joey left, she was dispirited, but she still thanked Fiona sincerely, “Thank you, Fiona, for
everything you’ve done for me these days. You saved my life. Please let me know if you ever come to
visit China someday. I will show you around.”
“It's a date!”
Fiona smiled and nodded, “When you go back home, call me if you need someone to talk to.”
Joey nodded, turned around and left alone.
Looking at Joey going away, Fiona narrowed her breathtakingly beautiful eyes and whispered to
herself, “I’m sure we'll meet again in China…”
It was midnight when Joey showed up at her village where she had grown up with her suitcase, utterly
exhausted from the long trip.
People in rural areas tended to go to bed early at night. Joey’s parents, without exception, had locked
the door and fallen asleep early. Standing at the door for a while, Joey couldn't somehow work up the
courage to knock the door, because her parents would certainly be very surprised at her sudden
appearance.
She sat on the doorstep with her arms around her knees and looked up at the starlit sky. She found the
night in her hometown particularly beautiful.
She had never felt so calm and serene as now when she was immersed in such quiet and familiar
moonlight.
She ended up sleeping at the door all night.
The next morning, Mr. Linderman found her when he got up and opened the door.
“Joey, why did you fall asleep outside the door? When did you get home? Why didn’t you knock, you
silly girl?”
Her father woke her up and took her suitcase into the house.
Once she saw her father’s aging yet loving face, Joey, though not quite awake, suddenly shed tears.
“Dad…” She threw herself into her father’s arms and wept like a baby.
“Joey, what’s going on?”
He didn't know what had happened to her crying daughter. But after a moment he asked, “Did Ben and
your sister bully you again?”
She cried even harder when she heard the name of Ben Hawk.
Mrs. Linderman, who had been preening herself in the bathroom, heard the noise and instantly came
over to see what was happening. She was shocked to see Joey crying in her father’s arms. She
immediately pulled Joey over and asked in a loud voice, “What’s wrong? Why you come back home
now? Where are Vivian and Ben?”
Mr. Linderman pulled Joey way from Mrs. Linderman and glared at his wife, “Don’t you see she’s
crying? You questions can wait until later.”
His voice softened and comforted Joey as if she were a little girl, “Joey, don’t cry. I'm always on your
side, no matter what happens. Come in and have some rest. Would you like a bowl of noodles? How
about your favorite egg noodles?”