Chapter 102


    Chapter 102


    Jolene clearly didn’t think so.


    But she just said that.


    She knew which words would irritate Bowen.


    Which words could make Bowen feel disgusted.


    When she was his assistant before, she had never been so bold.


    However, Bowen is not so easily angry.


    He looked at her for a moment, and suddenly smiled: “I’m not your boss now, and you treat me like


    this?”


    Jolene turned her face out of the car.


    The rain stopped, I don’t know when it stopped, and the outside world was washed clean.


    Jolene took a deep breath and suddenly felt tired, tired from


    the bottom of her heart.


    The car drove to the door of Jolene’s house, and Jolene said to Bowen, “Just drop me off here.”


    The driver observed Bowen’s face in the rearview mirror, and he said lightly, “Stop!”


    The driver pulled over and slowly stopped.


    Jolene got out of the car, Bowen got out of the car and


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    handed Jolene his phone.


    She took it and said thank you.


    Just as she was about to turn around, she remembered


    something.


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    She wasn’t going toin, but when she bumped into Bowen, she didn’t hold back.


    “Bowen, please go back and tell Miss Ger, please stop treating me as an imaginary enemy.”


    “What did she do to you again?”


    “My mom suddenly found out that Frank was sick. A strange woman called her. I guess it was either


    Sophie or Viona.


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    “I see.” Bowen’s voice floated in the wet air.


    Can’t hear emotions.


    Jolene nodded. “Thank you.”


    She turned and hurried into the neighborhood.


    Bowen stood by the side of the car and watched her back disappear into the gate of themunity.


    At this time, the phone he put in the car rang.


    He ignored it, and at this time he knew who was calling.


    Back at the Evert Family, Viona was still waiting for him in the living room.


    As soon as she heard the door, she immediately trotted all the


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    way from the living room, picked up the slippers in the shoe cab and put them at Bowen’s feet.


    “I left soup for you, the mussel winter melon soup you like.”


    “Thank you.” Bowen changed into his slippers and walked inside: “Don’t wait for me next time, we won’t


    share a room.”


    Viona followed behind Bowen. He walked too fast, and Viona quickened her pace to catch up: “Bowen,


    don’t you want soup?”


    “No, thank you.”


    Bowen hurried upstairs, and soon he disappeared down the spiral staircase.


    Viona tilted her head back until she could no longer see him, then returned to the kitchen to take out


    the soup and put it in the fridge.


    Then she poured a ss of milk and took it to Bowen’s room.


    Bowen was in the shower, and she sat quietly on the sofa waiting for him.


    When Bowen came out of the bathroom and saw her, he even frowned imperceptibly.


    He turned around and saw the milk on the bedside table, and said lightly, “Thank you, but I don’t drink


    milk before going to bed. I don’t need it next time.”


    Bowen was always cold, light, and polite to her.


    To say it well is to respect each other as guests, to say it badly is cold violence.


    Viona is still smiling, like a robot that never gets angry.


    No matter how cold Bowen was to her, she was poised.


    “Since it’s all poured, let’s drink it.” She walked over and picked up the milk cup and handed it to


    Bowen: “Drink some milk to nourish your stomach. Have you been drinking at night?”


    Bowen didn’t pick up her milk cup, just looked at her warm smile.


    He almost forgot that he really had something to say to her.


    “Jolene is not your rival, Miss Ger. You have crossed the line.”