Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes
Chapter 288

Chapter 288 Are You Breaking up

He's telling her they're breaking up?

Bella dug her bright red fingernails into her palms, her eyes fixed on Uriah, and for a moment her mind was completely blank, her senses completely lost

She could not believe that he would say such a thing.

They had known each other for thirty years, twenty years, and she didn't believe it.

Never believe it.

Bella pulled her lips back together. "You want to break up?"

For a moment, Bella looked at Uriah, not forgetting the expression on his face. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Uriah, tell me if you want to break up.

Uriah put down his glass. This time he took his hand off the glass, looked into hers, crossed his hands in his lap, and leaned back.

"You're not in the right state for us to be together anymore."

Bella smiled.

She laughed and looked out of the window, briefly blurring her vision.

She didn't mishear.

He wants to break up.

He Uriah wants to break up!

Bella looked down, choked with laughter. then turned to look at him, tears twinkling in her eyes, but there was no weakness in them, but pride She was Bella's pride.

"Uriah. there's no reason to get on my Bella's ship!"

When Alva got in the car, she asked. "And you are?"

"I'm Scott. Mr.Howard asked me to protect you."

In a word. Alva was clear.

She had thought for a moment that he might have been sent by Jackson.

But I still can't believe it.

Now the man says she believes it.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The car soon stops at the hotel and Alva gets out. Before she gets out, she asks, "Since when have you been protecting me?" "Back in C City."

C city

Alva nodded her head, got out of the car and entered the hotel.

She knows. It's probably the day a fan threw a rock at her.

He was afraid she'd get hurt by her fans again, so he sent someone to protect her.

Alva picked up her cell phone to call Jackson, but as her fingers began to click, she stopped.

Why is she calling him now?

Wouldn't calling him mean telling him what happened to her here?

Alva bent her lips and stepped into the elevator.

Don't tell him, although today's scene will be reported, but it's better to let him know later.

Alva thought, the elevator door opened, she came to the room, inside.

But once inside, she froze.

Jackson was sitting on the couch in his room, typing away with his laptop.

Hearing the sound, he looked over and smiled.

But soon the smile disappeared from his face.

The next moment, put the notebook next to you, and come quickly, "What happened to the face!"

The left side of her face was swollen with five bright red slap marks and her hair was dishevelled. She was clearly being bullied!

It was too late for Alva to turn her head.

She pulled her hair down to cover her face a little.

That's a bit of a cover story.

But she did not want to worry Jackson.

"A little thing. Why are you here?"

Alva looked at him with a smile on her face.

She didn't expect him to be here.

She's still in her hotel, like she already knows where she is.

But Alva was relieved that he had her protected.

Jackson did not answer, but pushed back her hair and looked at her battered face.

It's shocking from a distance, even more so up close.

"Who did it?"

He looked at her with cold eyes.

He knew how much force it had taken.

The guy just wanted to tear her apart.

Alva looked into his eyes. The answer was there, but he wanted her to tell him herself.

Alva sighed, "It doesn't matter, a little wound, didn't you send someone to protect me all the time? It's okay."

He could see there was no point in her lying any more.

Jackson's lips tightened, his fingers fell on her face, and Alva's face

shook.

He looked at her. "Is it still a small wound?"

Alva said, "Jackson, I'm fine."

It's really fine.

This injury is nothing.

Jackson said nothing. His eyes kept changing.

Eventually, without saying anything, he pulled her onto the couch and called the front desk to send an ice pack.

After the call he called the bodyguard, in front of Alva.

"What just happened to her?"

Alva looked at Jackson. She didn't know what to say.

He cares about her. He cares about her.

There's nothing she can do about him.

Alva gets up to go to the bathroom and looks at the person in the mirror.

She froze.

Her face was horribly swollen, and the marks of her fingers were as deep as a brand.

No wonder he looks so bad.

Turn on the faucet and pour water over your face. Jackson comes in and turns off the faucet.

Alva froze. "Jackson...

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