How My Ex Became My Next

The meal was enjoyable.

Seeing them leave, Gilda held Jackson’s arm and stood by the car. “Did you smoke?”

There was a fair smell of cigarettes on him. It wasn’t thick, but it smelled good,

“Onc, Jackson fixed her scarf and said, “I just ran into Jensen.”

She opened her eyes slightly and asked in surprise, “What did you say?”

“He said that this restaurant has been chartered by the Harrington Corporation for three years, and you often come here.”

Jackson’s voice was deliberately elongated, which made her a little embarrassed.

Gilda passed him and saw Jensen coming out of the door. She looked away.

“Yes. I helped him deal with clients when I was his secretary, but I didn’t remember.”

She was busy with the Glory Corporation this year and couldn’t remember such a trivial thing.

She looked up at him with a little prayer.

Jackson rubbed her hand, feeling a little annoyed and unpleasant.

Gilda was a little anxious. I really don’t remember.”

“A secretary and a wife. It’s very forbidden to have two identities.”

She almost felt wronged, “You said you didn’t care.

Seeing that she couldn’t be amused anymore. Jackson curled his lips and held her into his arms. I was just kidding you, Jensen told me he was willing to lead Selene out.”

Gilda pushed him away and was shocked. “Really?”

“Are you touched?”

Gilda didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wrapped her fingers around his clothes and said, “Why are you kidding me? Mr. Hughes, are you jealous?”

“I don’t like to be jealous.”

“You’ve eaten a lot!”

On a cold night, they stood under the snow–white moonlight, full of affection. They seemed to be lovers.

Lanny didn’t have the heart to say, “Mr. Harrington, let’s go.”

Jensen withdrew his gaze and realized what it was like to miss a point.

The sightseeing elevator descended from top to bottom, and there were several people standing inside. Elmer stood in the front, while Bin and others behind him were chatting.

He didn’t listen to a word and looked at the figure not far away in a daze.

They burst into a weird laugh. “Never”

The door cut off the bustling room. Jackson stood on the balcony and heard Peterson report, “The address given by Martin is correct. Richard is hiding in a slum

“Are there many residents nearby?”

“A lot

“Lure him out before you start.”

After hanging up the phone, Jackson played with his mobile phone. When he turned around, he met a familiar figure.

“Mr. Harrington.”

Jensen had a social engagement today. As soon as he came out of his room to get some fresh air, he saw Jackson standing not far away. He was here, and Gilda must be there too.

He narrowed his eyes and said, “Mr. Hughes and I always have a very close relationship.”

Jackson leaned lazily against the railing and said, “I don’t think so.”

The box behind me has been booked by the Harrington Corporation for three consecutive years as a social event. When Gilda was my secretary, she often came here. Did she bring you here today?”

He was sarcastic and profound. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

But Jackson didn’t care about it and said, “It’s just a room. You can change it as you like. I don’t have much desire for possession.”

“Mr. Hughes likes to pick up the leftovers of others.”

After saying that, Jackson suddenly raised his eyes and said, “Mr. Harrington should have lost to me by compartaginy beloved to a second–hand man.”

Jensen frowned more tightly, “I didn’t mean that. Gilda is different from me!”

“Really? Then what did you do for her?” Jackson got up lazily and walked to him. “If you hadn’t planned the highway accident that night, I wouldn’t have missed the scene and Gilda would not have been taken away by Steven.”

Jensen shook slightly.

‘Don’t you think I owe her an explanation?”