Before leaving they threatened Filberta that Percy’s wife woulde home the next day and she would


    kill the bitch then.


    Frightened to the core, Filberta left the office earlier than usual.


    The other employees assumed that she might be too scared toe to work the next day.


    No sooner had Wesley started the engine than Megan called. The car GPS disyed her name. ir


    didn’t utter a word. She put her phone away, rested her head on the back of the seat and looked out


    the window.


    The ringing stopped after two rings. ir thought Wesley took the call. But there was silence in the car.


    He wasn’t speaking. She turned her head curiously. The car GPS window showed that the call had


    ended.


    A momentter, his phone rang again. This time, she knew why. Wesley hung up on Megan.


    ir felt relieved and happy.


    “Why did you hang up?” she asked.


    “I’LL call her backter.” He knew that if he took Megan’s call at that moment, ir would get mad


    again. So he decided not to answer


    Megan’s call in ir’s presence.


    “Maybe you should answer it. She has called you twice. What if something has happened? Or maybe


    there is some emergency,” ir said.


    Wesley looked at her and said, “If you say so, then I’ll answer it.”


    “O…okay,” she stammered. The moment he uttered those words, the happiness in her heart vanished.


    Wesley smiled.


    “I changed my mind,” he said.


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    “I’m afraid if I take


    Megan’s call, someone will throw a tantrum and insist on moving out again.”


    ir realized that he was making fun of her.


    Flushing with embarrassment and anger, she grabbed his arm tight.


    “IT you ridicule me again, I’ll pinch you hard,” she threatened. In fact, he was wearing thick clothes, and


    her pinches wouldn’t hurt that much.


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    So her threat didn’t have the effect she had expected.


    “I think I know what kind of boyfriend you should have.”


    A boyfriend? That wasn’t something she wanted to hear about, especially from him. She only wanted


    him. Still, she asked, “What kind?”


    “You need someone tough. The kind that can endure pain, enormous pain,” he teased. She would raise


    her hand at Wesley whenever he said something wrong, hitting him and pinching him. He was afraid


    that if her future boyfriend wasn’t tough enough, he wouldn’t be able to bear it.


    ir withdrew her hand, pouting.