Reborn Hot Wife

Jojo sucked her nose’s scarlet tip: “Remember what you promised me, William. You mentioned that when I’m older, you will marry me. I’ll be an adult in no time. You have to keep your word!”

“Are you teaching me how to do things?” William asked, one palm propped up on his desk and his eagle eyes elevated slightly.

Jojo’s breathing seemed a little labored.  “Remember that when you were a child and your life was on the line, my grandfather gave up his right arm to save yours. You would have perished a long time ago if it hadn’t been for our  family.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“You want to set me aside and forget all your childhood vows now that you’ve grown up?”

When she finished speaking, William leaned out and, without looking at it, scooped up the food on the table and tossed it into the trash can.

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The sound of the lunch box crashing in is like a stone slamming into Jojo’s heart, piercing a hole and letting the cold wind in.

“I will never forget my great grandfather’s compassion to me in my life,” William said flatly, “but if you take great grandfather to press me, don’t blame me for forgetting the old feelings.”

Jojo’s eyes were welling up with tears: “You still realize you have old love for me, don’t you? When you were a child, you pledged to marry me. Why are you now trying to defend other women?”

“She’s not like any other woman.” “She is my woman,” William muttered as he plummeted.

Jojo’s heart ached when she heard this for the first time: “She is your wife, then what am I?”

“You’re just Jojo,”

If Jojo didn’t have any passionate desires for him, he might treat her like a half-sister.

Grandpa did, after all, save his life, so he spent some time with him as a child.

Jojo was heartbroken and at a loss because of his neatness and cold.

No one, including herself, wants to make a serious attack on William.

“I have limited patience, don’t solicit Mary Kinsonagain,” William said as he finished the discussion and returned to his chair.

Jojo took her place, like a child who had been left out in the cold. She was befuddled, embarrassed, and in excruciating pain. She couldn’t utter a sound since her throat felt to be strangled.

She had no idea how she had gotten out of William’s office, and her legs were as soft as cotton.

Whit Ben, who had charged straight, only had something to sign for William. He couldn’t stop smiling joyously again when he saw Jojo, who had lost soul.

The smile isn’t large, but it’s audible in the quiet passage hall.

“What are you laughing at?” Jojo exclaimed, raising her eyes to the corner of her eyes.

Whit Ben didn’t want to argue with her at first, so he walked over to her office, but Jojo grabbed his suit backhand.

“Please don’t pull other people’s clothes around, suits are expensive!” Whit Ben wanted to shake her hand off, but her tugging was more serious than he had anticipated.

Jojo had no fear of anyone except William. “I asked what you’re laughing at!” she exclaimed loudly.

Whit Ben was irritated as well.

“I’m making fun of you. I’m amused by your lack of self-awareness. In creating scripts, You can’t compare to Miss Kinson, and it’s the same here.”

Jojo’s nose moved, and she couldn’t keep his foul breath from coming out: “Keep your mouth shut! Kt!”

“You dress up as a princess every day, so you truly believe you are a princess, and everyone has to let you go?” She drew her hand back and stroked the folds of her suit as Whit Ben spoke.

“I told you to shut up…” Jojo exclaimed from deep within his chest.

Whit Ben gave her a harsh look: “You can’t compare Miss Kinson’s one ten-thousandth from any angle, level, or temperament, I assure you. If I were you, I would have avoided her in order to avoid feeling inadequate.”

Despite the fact that this is hardly a gentlemanly gesture toward a young girl, she requested it.

Jojo is still a senior in high school. Darling Daughter, who lived up in a household, has never heard such venomous language.

It was as if a needle had been used to bind her heart into an hourglass. Her eyes welled up with tears and she sank to the ground, unable to stand the torture any longer.

When Whit Ben noticed this, he leaned in slightly and handed her a paper towel as a last act of kindness: “Sorry, I talked a little too much, you…”

He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he put the paper towel into her and walked away.

Something smacked his head after only two steps, and he returned with a gloomy expression.

Jojo, it turned out, hurled the paper towel he had handed over.

Whit Ben shook his head, stunned, and walked into the office, ignoring her once more.

Jojo stood there trembling, replaying William’s and Whit Ben’s comments in his head over and again, tears streaming down his face like a broken line.

“Mary Kinson… since you are so good, let you disappear,” a voice squeaks from between the teeth.

Then her mouth become disturbingly chilly.

A week passed after the foal died.

Somewhere iin a private residence on the outskirts of the city and the countryside.

Zero One sat in the room’s mirror, biting the strap in one hand and changing the ointment on his shoulder with the other.

“You haven’t explained to me, ?” he says in the mirror, standing at the door of the zero two.

Zero-one chewed the bandage’s end in the corner of his lips and tightly knotted the wound. He didn’t respond despite the fact that it hurt a little.

The voice then went silent: “There is no other relationship between us; we are just completing duties together. We are not confined to you, and there is no need to report personal matters to you, even when you send the directions for doing jobs.”

They’ve been working together for a long time, but they still appear to be strangers to one other.

“I hope that won’t affect the following task,” .

Zero one began administering medicine to his right shoulder once more, oblivious to his presence.

The doorbell rang just then.

Zero two moved to open the door,   Only after He lowered his gaze did He notice the small girl, dressed in a fluffy skirt and a French gauze cap, standing at the entrance.

He assumed the small girl was talking to the wrong person and had to quickly close the door.

The pattern was simple, like an antique text, and he saw a girl raise her hand with a small trinket hanging between her fingers.

She was let in by Zero, who had two dark eyes on the bottom of his head and a side-open body.

Jojo stowed her token and gazed around the room. Several men stood in front of her, side by side, like ancient warriors.

“Can you tell us what you want us to do?”

“Let Mary Kinson disappear,” Jojo said, taking a long breath and lifting her eyes, her eyes hard and her lips open.

Mary Kinson isn’t it? Zero two brow angle micro-movement, thinking under the heart

In the previous mission, where was Jane Jiu?

The seventh master personally came up at that time to terminate the duty, and now he is back under it?

However, it is against their policy to ask for unnecessary information.

“OK,” he said in a single word.

“Hurry up, one day,” Jojo said as she lowered the brim of her hat and wrapped her face with a gauze cap, her eyes brightening with malice.