Chapter 333
Chapter 333: He Seems changed
“Be and Boss Irwin get married.”
“Be’s wedding day.”
“Be’s wedding dress.”
“Be’s wedding ce.”
Alva’s fingers tightened as she read the news.
‘What’s the matter?
Jackson came over.
Alva hung up the page, shook her head, looked up at him, and asked with her eyes, “Are you finished?”
Jackson looked at the phone she had left nearby and said, “Not finished.”
Alva was surprised.
He doesn’t finish his work, he doesn’t have to look at his own.
Jackson took her phone and put it in his pocket. Then he put the book in her hand. “Read it and nothing
else.”
Alva started slightly.
Did he already know that Uriah and Be were getting married?
Jackson looked at her. “Don’t think about it. Nothing’s as important as your body right now, okay?”
Alva looked into his eyes, and the gentleness in them and the subtle strength in them let her know that
he knew.
Right. How could he not know about something like that.
She nodded.
Read a book.
Jackson flicked his fingers away from the broken hair on her forehead, bent down, andnded a kiss on
her forehead.
Alva froze.
Jackson rubbed his finger against her face and went on working.
Alva sat on the bed and watched Jackson.
He was thin, and the corners of his face stood out, and it was obvious.
He tapped his long fingers on the keyboard, his face focused and serious.
It’s just, is it the weight loss? He doesn’t look as easy to talk to as he used to.
Alva takes a nap and Jackson takes his phone out.
“How’s it going?”
“I was just about to call you. Vicky has been admitted to a psychiatric hospital.”
Jackson squinted. “Mental hospital?”
“Yes, Boss Irwin’s men sent them in.”
Jackson clutched the phone and after a few seconds said, “Give me the address of the mental
hospital.”
“All right.”
Soon, a message came.
Jackson opened it, and the detailed address shed into his eyelids.
It’s in A city.
Jackson walked into the room and looked at Alva.
He knew she was dying to ask him about Vicky.
She always does. She cares about others more than she cares about
herself.
Jackson called the nurse. “I’ll be out for two hours. You’re in the
room.”
“Yes, Mr.Howard.”
“Call me if there’s anything.”
“I made a note of that.”
The nurse entered the room and Jackson left the hospital to go to Sky Psychiatric Hospital.
He’s going to see it.
Alva slept for about an hour and woke up.
She looked at the sofa, where, for the first time, no one was sitting.
Alva looked around.
No sign of Jackson.
And in the bathroom, the nursees out.
Seeing her awake, he came over and said, “Miss Ger, you’re awake.”
“HMM.”
Alva took a pen and paper. “Where’s my husband?”
The nurse smiled and said, “Mr.Howard has to go out.”
Alva nodded.
He had been by her side for two days, had not been anywhere, and she thought he would stay with her
until she was discharged.
Alva took the book and read.
But after a while, she didn’t want to see it.
She’s thinking about her job.
The n was to end up in Paris, and now she can’t go back to Paris.
Her ns were disrupted again.
Alva frowned, thought for a moment, took her phone, and emailed Ambrose.
She still needs to be briefed on any unexpected developments on her side.
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Ambrose is watching thetest reports from the United States.
Be and Uriah are getting married, and the news has topped every
trending search for the past two days.
And then there’s all the gossip.
Says Be’s going to use the top weddingpany in America.
Said she designed her wedding dress herself.
Said it would be the wedding of the century.
A lot of news came out.
But it’s all about this wedding.
But Ambrose looked at it with a frown.
Two more words in these messages, Be,
But Boss Irwin is a rare word.
This wedding, it seems, has nothing to do with Uriah.
This is Be’s wedding alone.
He thought it was strange.
And what’s even weirder is that there hasn’t been any news about Alva these days.
It doesn’t seem normal.
He thought, and Alva’s mail came in.
Ambrose saw it and opened it immediately.
Soon, he screwed between the eyes and called Alva.