99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear novel Chapter 90

I had always wanted to go to Paris.

In the beginning, Joey also said, “Willa, when we have time, let’s go to Paris for our honeymoon.”

But both of our jobs were so busy that the idea of a honeymoon was pushed aside and forgotten

But that’s okay. After I get the divorce certificate, I can go anywhere I want by myself.

As soon as I successfully bought the plane ticket, Joey came home.

He naturally walked into the room, touched my forehead, and asked softly, “Is the fever gone? Do you still feel bad?”

Very naturally, Joey didn’t mention when he left.

I also didn’t ask him where he went.

I just pursed my lips and subconsciously asked, “If you’re not feeling well, will you stay with me all the time?”

Joey was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting me to ask this.

Because I was always independent and strong. He might have been used to it. No matter what he asked me, I would always say, “It’s okay.”

I naturally didn’t expect his answer.

Because in fact, I wanted to ask Joey more.

Is it tiring to shuttle between two women all the time?

Looking at his tight lips, I took a deep breath and said, “Just kidding. I don’t need you to stay with me all the time.”

Joey’s face changed, and then he stiffly raised his arm and hugged me into his arms, “We are a married couple. How

could I not stay with you?”

“I will stay with you until our hair turns white and we share the same grave.”

He held me tightly as if he wanted to melt me into his body.

If it were before, I might have been very moved.

But now, I have been disappointed by Joey too many times. I used to believe in this kind of oath. But now, I won’t believe it anymore.

As expected, the next day, Joey only sat at home for a while and then found an excuse to go out.

After he left, I also went to the hospital to prepare for the operation.

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I didn’t expect that when I was discussing the abortion plan with my colleagues, I would run into Joey and Stacy again, who came for a check–up.

The two of them were sitting on a bench in the hospital.

Stacy was looking forward to touching her belly and occasionally talking to Joey.

Joey’s sharp eyebrows softened, and he occasionally responded, which was completely different from his usual indifference to me.

The colleagues around me also noticed and couldn’t help but sigh, “With parents like this, their child is likely to be very good–looking.”

“Probably.”

My heart felt like it was pricked by a needle. I turned around and entered the operating room with my colleagues.