Winston threw up for a long time.

Uncontrollable, threw up for a long time.

The body arched into a ball of bile as he threw up in the back.

Cendy was really a bit speechless.

She didn't even know if Winston was getting back at her and couldn't see her well.

She had just kissed Bowen and he showed up and ...... threw up on purpose.

Does she make him so sick?

Bowen was looking at Winston in the same way at the moment, blushing slightly at his appearance.

It's been a long time.

Winston calmed down.

Without turning his head to look at Cendy and Bowen, he simply said, "Excuse me, you guys go on."

"......" continue the hell with you.

She was getting sick to her stomach!

Cendy watched with fire and fury as Winston left the front doorway with disorganized, if not a little hasty, footsteps and walked into the villa's lobby, disappearing from their sight.

"It's getting late, we'll go home early to rest too." Bowen looked back at Cendy's puffed up face, and couldn't help but smile.

"Winston was born against me, wasn't he!" Cendy gritted her teeth.

"Leave him alone, you won't be living with him for the rest of your life anyway." Bowen reassured.

"Bowen, I want to move out, I don't want to be under the same roof as Winston right now." Cendy said suddenly and eagerly, "Let's move in together."

Bowen was stunned for a long moment before he said, "Aren't you afraid your dad's going to break your legs?"

"He wouldn't dare. He's just a tough talker, he won't actually do anything to me." Cendy took Bowen's hand, "Don't you want to live with me?"

"Silly." Bowen petted Cendy's head, "I just don't want to live together unmarried. High society is a crowded place, I don't want you to suffer any hard words ......"

"Then let's get married." Cendy chopped it up.

Bowen smiled faintly, with a hint of helplessness, "Cendy, just give me a little more time, I want me to be able to provide for you on my own without making it seem that I'm depending on your family."

"Does it matter so much what the outside world thinks?" Cendy was a little sarcastic.

"Just don't want you to aggravate."

"You have no idea what I want." Cendy pushed Bowen away and turned around.

"Cendy," Bowen took her hand, "I know, I know you don't want to stay under one roof with Winston, with Winston's mother, or even your father, so you'd rather hang out at a nightclub than come back to this house. I know your aggravation, but please give me some time and I'll make it better for us later."

Cendy clenched her lip a little harder.

But she said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Anyway, after all these years of waiting.

It's not too bad ...... wait a few more years.

"Cendy, I love you." Bowen said, deeply.

It seemed as if he was afraid that she would have a hard-on for him.

So in confession.

Bowen, actually, doesn't talk much about love.

The End.

Cendy still has a soft spot for Bowen.

She relaxed herself and said, "It's late, you have to work tomorrow, go home early and rest."

"Uh-huh." Bowen smiles softly.

Cendy walked into the villa.

Each time, Bowen watched her leave until she disappeared.

Until it disappears into thin air, the smile at the corner of Bowen's mouth, then it fades completely.

Even.

It became brutal.

......

The next day.

When the alarm went off, Ella hurriedly pressed it down and got up.

It's my first day at work today, so naturally I can't be late.

So she got up early, then quickly washed and changed and put on her makeup and went downstairs.

Downstairs.

Mr. Adams was packing and watched her come down the stairs and rushed forward, "Ma'am."

"Why don't you call me Miss Ford." Ella really wasn't used to that title.

"Young master won't allow it."

"......"

"Young master said that it's your first day at work today, so he asked me to prepare breakfast for you early in the morning, is ma'am using breakfast now?" Mr. Adams asked respectfully.

"Okay, thanks." Ella smiled.

Sometimes it's the small details of Eden's thoughtfulness that make a difference.

Ella sat at the dinner table.

A copy of this morning's newspaper was on the dining room table at the moment, and had evidently been read.

She couldn't help but ask, "Eden's awake?"

"Young master has an early flight this morning."

"An airplane?" Ella was surprised, "Where is he going?"

"Young Master didn't explain." Mr. Adams said as he placed the breakfast in front of Ella, "Just asked me to arrange for Alfred to pick him up first thing in the morning."

Ella was inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

Eden, this one, says go!

"Breakfast, ma'am."

"Thanks."

Mr. Adams just stood there next to Ella.

Ella was a little uncomfortable anyhow, she said, "Mr. Adams, go about your business without me, I'll call you if I need you."

"Yes ma'am." Mr. Adams left in a huff.

Ella just ate her breakfast while watching Mr. Adams go about his business in the villa.

That said, is Mr. Adams the only one in a place this size?

Can he make it over?

Ella thought silently.

After breakfast, I looked at the time and got ready to go out.

Mr. Adams was a little surprised to see a stack of tickets in his hand the moment he walked out the door, "Eden's?"

"Young master often goes out."

"That often?" Ella frowned.

At least twenty or thirty of them.

"A while ago, in order to prepare for the wedding with madam, so the young master went out is a bit more frequent." Mr. Adams explained, "Usually not so much."

Ella pursed her lips.

So.

That wedding, was it really Eden being very elaborate?

What's with the feeling that it's not just for show?

She told herself not to think deeply.

Don't knock over what you've decided.

She said, "Mr. Adams, I'm going to work."

"Take care on the road, ma'am."

"Uh-huh."

Ella left.

She took the car keys from the foyer and went to the garage to take the red Maserati.

It doesn't take much to realize that Eden must have picked out such a tawdry car.

Rather, it fit her aesthetic.

Ella parked the limo at the Ford Group.

Then.

Take a deep breath, look your best, and walk into the lobby of the Ford Group.

Inside the hall, colorful crystal chandeliers hung down layer by layer from the overhanging roof, a golden splendor. The clean marble floor under the feet emitted a translucent light, and the high-heeled shoes walked past, resounding with a crisp sound. In one corner of the hall is placed a high-grade fish tank, which is worth a variety of aquatic animals, colorful to make the hall add some vitality.

The front desk in the lobby, with its light gold-colored wrapping, outlined a hint of luxurious high class feeling. At this moment, six front desk ladies in dark blue work attire, with concave and convex figures and absolutely beautiful faces stood there, carrying the highest standard of etiquette, receiving all employees as well as foreign visitors.

Ella walked past them.

Then enter the gatehouse and swipe your face.

Validation passed.

A confident smile lifted the corners of Ella's mouth.

At one time, she collected her light and voluntarily gave up her brocade life!

Reborn in a new life, she is bound, to rewrite it!