Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 700: Worn Out
Lucy Wells held onto the burning phone and couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile. This Kai Bright really is well-traveled and knowledgeable; he knows so many things and has been to so many places.
As he described those things, she instantly yearned to visit them herself, to see the beautiful sights and taste the local cuisine.
Thinking of Kai Bright’s invitation to go together in the future, Lucy Wells quietly pressed her chest, why did it feel like there was an unruly little rabbit inside, happily hopping around?
While Lucy Wells was secretly happy indoors, she was unaware that her mom and grandmother were hiding in the living room, their faces full of comforting smiles.
Old Mrs. Wells waved to Emma Wells, and the two quietly went into the bedroom, closed the door, and with a smile, Old Mrs. Wells said, "Kai is a good kid, cheerful, just right to complement Lucy."
"That’s right." Emma Wells sighed in relief and said, "Seeing her like this now, I’m much more at ease."
She was truly worried that her own issues would affect Lucy’s future romance and marriage.
"Why think so much? We protect Lucy; even if she doesn’t meet a good man, it’s better than just settling for a random marriage. The key is Lucy realizing for herself." Old Mrs. Wells said thankfully.
What was Daisy Lewis thinking introducing someone like that to Lucy? And she’s Lucy’s aunt, yet she’d harm Lucy this way!
Thankfully, Lucy is much stronger now, not like before when she’d keep her grievances bottled up without saying anything.
After Kai Bright’s phone call, the whole Wells family felt elated, but once he hung up, his good mood vanished.
He was also troubled, what on earth should he prepare as a gift for Old Mr. Seymour?
Maybe, they should find an antique?
But, Old Mr. Seymour likes works from famous artists the most, and getting them is really difficult.
His connections couldn’t help him here, and as for Charles Seymour’s side... Hmm, he still couldn’t let Charles know.
Such a headache.
Better think of another solution.
While Kai Bright was contemplating this method, Ophelia Wilson was desperately washing herself, scrubbing her skin again and again, as if there was something dirty on her, the sound of rushing water utterly unable to hide the collapse and sobbing within her heart.
But in reality, she could only grit her teeth, letting the hot water flush her tears away.
Finally, feeling her skin had been scrubbed to numbness, Ophelia Wilson wrapped herself tightly and walked out.
Her eyes were red, the tip of her nose was equally red, and even after such a long bath, she still felt her body was covered in a sticky sense of filth.
And that man’s disgusting breathing, the foul smell, made her stomach churn, causing her to retch incessantly.
"Ugh..." Ophelia Wilson turned and rushed into the restroom, retching non-stop.
Though nothing came out, she still felt nauseous, coughing violently as if she was going to expel her innards.
"Ophelia, Ophelia, what’s wrong?" Chaya Davis nervously patted Ophelia Wilson’s back, "Are you sick? Should I take you to the hospital?"
"No..." Ophelia quickly grabbed Chaya Davis’s hand to stop her, "I’m just too tired and a bit nauseous."
"Are you really okay?" Chaya Davis looked at Ophelia Wilson with disbelief, "What’s going on with you? You’re so haggard, your eyes are swollen, and you don’t look well."
"I’m tired." Ophelia emphasized weakly.
