Chapter 218

She buried her head, grabbed his shirt, and pressed her forehead against his chest.

He could not see her face, only her thick black hair.

Preston's mind went blank.

Although he had been in a relationship and even had sexual relationship with some women, at this
moment, his brain short-circuited and he ignored everything around him.

He just stood there like alog, motionless.

Spencer didn't hear them.

He turned to look at them and was stunned.

But soon, Spencer left quietly.

He realized that he needn't interfere with their relationship, because they were adults.

After the dizziness passed, Olivia regained consciousness and smelled a strange smell.

She opened her eyes and froze.

The next moment, she pushed Preston away and turned to walk forward.

She walked very fast, but when she reached the camphor tree, she stopped.

Preston was pushed back.

He steadied himself, then looked up at Olivia.

He smiled.



Olivia finally realized that she shouldn't push him.

Preston put his hand in his pocket and walked over.

"Is this how you treat your savior?"

Olivia frowned and said, "Mr.Smith, thank you.It's getting late.I'll go back to the hotel first."

She walked out, stopped a taxi, got in and left.

Preston stood there and rubbed his eyebrows.

Was he a monster? Olivia sat in the car, her hands clenched as she looked out the window at the
passing scenery.

She was very uncomfortable about what she had done.

Why? Because Preston ran a company together with Everett.

They were acquaintances.

It made Olivia feel like she was leaning on Everett.

She didn't like it.

It was repulsive.

It made her disgusted.

Even though she knew it was an accident, she couldn't help feel uncomfortable.

Olivia closed her eyes to calm down.



Preston returned to the hotel and made a phone call.

"Help me find out about Spencer, the boss of SY Jewelries."

He would never entrust his things to a man if he didn't know about him.

"No problem.’ After receiving response, Preston threw his phone on the bed and went to the bathroom.

Everett sat in the study and read an email on the computer.

The email contained photos, each with a time and place attached.

Looking at the photos, his deep dark eyes were like snow in the coldest winter, quiet and terrible.

Preston took a shower, went to the bar to get a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and went to the balcony.

Although the night in Q City was not as romantic as that in Paris, it had the special gentleness as a
typical southern city.

Preston looked at the night and took a sip.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

He turned around, walked into the bedroom, and took his phone.

When he saw the phone on the screen, his eyes moved and he smiled.

He pressed the answer button and said, "It’s rare.You called me again."

"In a good mood?"

"Of course, you know, I like beautiful scenery, gorgeous wine, delicious food"



"So, how many are there by your side now?"

"Well, now, there's only scene and wine.'' The voice on the phone was quiet.

Two seconds later, it came, "Where are you?"

"Q City."

"You should have been here before.I remember you bought a piece of land here?"

As he spoke, a light flashed across Preston's eyes.

"You're not in Q City now, are you?"

"No! "I was thinking if you were in Q City, we can go out for a drink."

"The day after tomorrow”

"Hmm? Here?"

"Yes"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Preston was thinking of returning to Paris the day after tomorrow.

If Everett said so, he would go back a day later.

Preston put his phone on the balcony and continued to appreciate the beautiful night.

Different places, different scenery, different beauty.

It depended on whether people could find them out.



Everett got up, went to the balcony and looked into the distance.

The darkness in his eyes merged with the darkness in the distance.


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