Chapter 208 Either See You, Or...

So Marilyn continued to cry and wipe her tears.

Olson had no choice but to agree and give another six million six hundred and sixty thousand dollars to form an auspicious number.

He could never stand her pleadings.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening.

Lying on the bar counter of the apartment, Myra stared at the silent phone idly.

There was a glass of red wine on the bar counter. It was her fifth glass, which was almost her limit.

She called Kian this morning, but he didn't answer, so she didn't call him again.

Kian must be very busy?

Sometimes she was t

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r eyes off him.

Standing there, Farrar looked at Myra with anxiety and a hint of expectation that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Myra's hair was a little messy, and her skin was still fair without makeup. Her delicate features were extra beautiful in the soft light.

Wearing casual pajamas, she looked like a girl next door instead of being cold and defensive.

With a polite smile on her face, Myra forced herself to sober up and said, "Look, I'm fine."

She put one hand on the door frame and the other on the half open door, as if she had no intention of letting him in.