Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 58

However, Jolene did not explain.

It’s all in the past.

Whether she explained it or not, it didn’t matter at all what the matter was originally like.

So, she just raised her face and said with a light face: “Bowen, please let me off at the intersection ahead, and my house will be there after crossing the road.”

She didn’t explain, and Bowen wasn’t surprised.

This is Jolene’s personality.

She never explained when she was misunderstood by someone she didn’t care about.

Bowen took his cigarette case from his jacket pocket and pulled a cigarette out of it, but found no lighter.

Seeing this, Jolene found a lighter in a storage box in the car and put it on fire and handed it to Bowen.

She is subconscious and has vision.

Maybe she was used to serving Bowen and couldn’t help it.

Bowen took a puff, and Jolene immediately opened the window to let the smoke out.

The green light came on, and when the car started again, the

driver was driving slowly on purpose.

Bowen leaned against the window and smoked half a cigarette.

Smoke spewed out of his mouth and nose, and was immediately swept out of the window by the wind.

As the smoke rose and dissipated, Bowen said, “Karry bought all the shops in the office building in the South District to chase after you.”

He used a declarative rather than an interrogative sentence.

What he said, even Jolene herself didn’t know.

She didn’t say a word, and Bowen held the remaining half of the cigarette between his fingers. He hadn’t smoked for a while, and burned a long section of cigarette ash.

Jolene found a disposable paper cup and poured some water into it. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as Bowen turned around, he saw her holding a paper

cup.

He threw the cigarette butt into the paper cup, stung it, and the cigarette butt went out.

“Don’t worry, Bowen.” She pinched the mouth of the paper cup and threw it into the trash can in the car. She lowered her head and smoothed the wrinkled skirt: “An Shao is moving a golden mountain to me. He is your friend.

For a man with a head and a face like Bowen, if word got out that the woman he used to be with was his friend, where

would his face be?

Of course Jolene understands this truth.

She always had a sense of proportion.

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I don’t know if Bowen is satisfied with her answer, but she didn’t look up at his expression.

The car happened to pass a late–night milk shop, and Jolene liked their conch milk very much.

She didn’t eat much at night, she was hungry, and her stomach was rumbling.

Bowen heard it. He quietly asked the driver to pull over and whispered to Jolene, “Get out of the car.”

Jolene followed him out of the car and into the milk shop.

She ordered conch milk, pink kueh, Foie Gras and beef balls. in clear soup.

She ordered a lot, like a starving ghost.

Bowen sat down opposite her, and the conch milk came up, sprinkled with crumbled bread and parsley.

Jolene served him a bowl. “Eat this while it’s hot, or the bread won’t be crispy.”

Bowen wasn’t in the habit of eating late–night snacks, and Jolene knew it.

But he had always been a gentleman. Even if he was not hungry, he would accompany Jolene to eat when she wanted,

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to have a late–night snack.

If he hadn t been married, Bowen would have been a significant other.

Unfortunately, it’s not hers.

She was really hungry and devoured the food.

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Bowen’s reminder came from above: “The milk is very hot, eat slowly.”

It was very hot, her upper jaw was scalded.

She quickly finished a bowl and went to eat beef balls again.

At that moment, Bowen’s phone rang, and it was Viona.

He pressed the speakerphone, then lowered his head and continued drinking milk.

Viona’s voice was still soft as water on the phone.

“Bowen, Auntie is asleep, so I’ll go back first.”