Maintaining Our Love

Bus Accident

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This time not a text message, but an entertainment boost.

"Thompson Family. President and Mrs Wright entered the hotel together, hugged and opened the room. The affection increased, and it seemed that good things were coming soon!"

Below is a series of pictures.

There are photos of Robert Thompson and Ashleigh Wright talking and laughing at the restaurant. There is also a photo of Ashleigh Wright clutching Robert Thompson's neck and kissing on the doorstep of a hotel room. The last was Robert Thompson who held Ashleigh Wright's waist. The picture he saw from inside the hotel room...D

Each one is very clear and very charming.

Especially the last one, every detail in it reveals Robert Thompson's initiative to Ashleigh Wright!

Alisha Young stared at her phone all night. The next morning, there was another entertainment news on mobile - the Thompson Family. President and mistress Wright appear in love after a night of love. Airport, allegedly honeymoon trip.

Alisha Young's fingers were shaking, gritting her teeth,

and turn off the phone.

His body slipped into the blanket weakly,

and the heart is empty, there is only pain and despair.

It's all like this, she's not divorced yet, so what is she keeping...

Slowly close her eyelashes blocking the ash on the bottom of her eyes.

Alisha Young rested in a small villa for two days. When his fever subsided and his body recovered, he instantly packed up all his luggage silently.

After issuing the divorce agreement in the drawer, Alisha Young could not help but have her eyes red, and she rubbed the page with nostalgia. After some time, he moved his stiff body and placed the agreement on the bedside table in the bedroom. Go upstairs, grab the trunk and go.

Alisha Young is an orphan. His parents died early and left the small villa. The only place she could go was the earthen house left behind by the dead grandmother in the countryside.

He was on the bus to the airport with his luggage.

On the way, after struggling for half an hour, Alisha Young gritted her teeth, and finally called Robert Thompson for a farewell call.

The phone was called ten times, but no one answered.

Alisha Young's heart was sour, biting her lips

tightly, he stubbornly called for the last time...

Boom Suddenly there was a loud knock beside his ear.

The bus collided with a truck,

the bus that lost control was deflected, wrecked

guardrail on the highway, and rolled.

After a long while, the distorted bus finally stopped.

On the bus, Alisha Young, with her body turned upside down, hanging on the chair, her seatbelt tightened her soft belly tightly, blood flowing from her stomach and forehead, looking sad.

Blood flows out, lowering body temperature.

Alisha Young was cold and confused. He could barely open his eyes, unable to see anything. He involuntarily shouted out the name of someone in a low voice.

"Robert Thompson's..."

On the other hand, the Thompson House family, in the president's office.

Robert Thompson, who had just come out of the conference room, discouraged him for no reason, and was instantly as if gripped by something, with

a sense of suffocation and strong contractions.

He furrowed his brows and covered his chest, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

The secretary followed, and asked confusedly: "Boss, what's wrong?"

The feeling disappeared very quickly,

like illusions.

The secretary immediately walked in and continued to talk about the summary of the meeting today, but Robert Thompson, who was opposite to him, was somewhat dazed.

Regardless of what happened, the figure of the woman flashed back in his mind.

Robert Thompson suddenly became a little upset. Ever since the chaos of the day, the woman had always lingered in her mind. He thinks it's because of him

never had a woman before. After the first love, he was unable to control the woman, so that day at Ashleigh Wright's invitation, he did not refuse.

In fact, he eventually followed her to the hotel,

pamper her by teasing and kissing herself. He thought it was just a woman and everyone slept the same way.

But when Ashleigh Wright put her hands on her skin, she felt nauseous.

Robert Thompson rubbed his eyebrows and interrupted the secretary's report: "You get out first."

The secretary froze for a moment, but did not respond.

The boss is always focused on the job. This is the first time. Before he reported to his job, there was no reason to let him go.

Robert Thompson's eyebrows stiffened even more and he finally lifted his eyes and glanced at the secretary coldly. The secretary immediately reacted and hurriedly retreated.

Office's quiet.

But the figure of the woman increasingly appeared in his mind, Robert Thompson even faintly heard the woman calling his name in a sad and desperate voice.

Heart ached again and Robert Thompson kicked the executive desk in annoyance and suddenly stood up from his position.

It felt so strange, it seemed like something really bad had happened.

Why does he feel like this?

Robert Thompson paced back and forth a few steps in annoyance, then forced himself to stop, with his wide palms resting on the executive desk, try your best to suppress those strange and out of control feelings.

He did not allow, not allowing his emotions to be influenced by that loathsome woman in this way.

Robert Thompson paused for a few minutes, frowning and raising the phone beside him, trying to call a best friend for a drink, but glimpsed a dozen missed calls from the woman.

After a pause, Robert Thompson stared at the call, slightly stunned.

The resentment that had just been suppressed surged again.

It's a mess, Robert Thompson returning the phone for the first time.

"Sorry, the call you made is turned off."

The answer is the voice of a female robot

ice-cold.

Robert Thompson immediately regained consciousness, and quickly put on his seat belt, frowning loudly.

What the hell are you doing?

Why do you want to return the woman's phone call?

That's not normal.

Robert Thompson closed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, his eyes darkened and cold. He picked up the home office phone and contacted the inside line: "Reserve tickets tonight, register British cooperation, I'll talk in person."

Perhaps, by going abroad, you can calm yourself from these strange emotions.

The secretary was moving very fast and Robert

Thompson was already in the car to the airport when night fell.

Passing through a section of the highway, you can see the isolation belt pulled by the traffic police from a distance, and there is a cluster of flames not far from it. Looks like there was a car accident.

Robert Thompson raised the petals

his eyes and looked around, then continued to close

eyes and rest. The speed of the car kept going, and I missed the crash site.

Arrive at the airport immediately.

Robert Thompson held the suitcase with one hand, gracefully and handsomely walking through the crowd. The pretty face was cold and blurry, and she could not help but emit an indifferent and alienated aura from those who were not close.