    　　"Fool, who do you think you are to control my thoughts? If I don't want to, there won't be that wedding. I won't come in your house. You said you love me, but how did you know me?"

    　　"Yeah, I'm a fool."

    　　She made up an imaginary enemy. It turned out that her rival in love was never Fiona, but herself. She lost against herself, lost against her lack of confidence in herself, but she didn't lose against others.

    　　With everything today, she has made and felt herself.

    　　The next day, Yohan came out on a usual day and took her to the restaurant they liked the most and ordered her favorite red wine and steak. He cut it up for her piece by piece and she ate it well. The taste was still so good.

    　　"Cook something for me tonight!", Jenny suddenly spoke. Yohan looked at her abruptly, "Jenny, you are not..."

    　　"I didn't taste the last one you cooked for me, so m

    　　"Okay, you go!", Jenny said with a smile. But when Yohan went out, she slowly put down her chopsticks, got up and went upstairs.

    　　"Madam are you not eating anymore?"

    　　"I'm done!"

    　　He left without saying a word or a reason. Even though he loves her, maybe he didn't realize that he didn't give her full trust. There really is no room for reconciliation between them.

    　　He never believed her.

    　　In fact, she thought about it the moment he answered the phone, even if the other party was Fiona, as long as he said a word, she would nod and let him pass, but he didn't.

    　　"Jenny, you're just dreaming and it's now time for you to wake up. Even if you try to ignore your conscience and deliberately forget the cause of your father's death, it is not appropriate after all!"

    　　In the middle of the night, Jenny looked at the empty bed and turned her back coldly.

    　　However, no matter how she tried to struggle, the inherent strength differences between men and women put her on the weaker side.

    　　The biting kiss, mixed with the smell of blood roared like a beast. The two injured kept hurting each other, but tried to get closer. Vigorously colliding, tears fell on the scratches on his back, crying but couldn't help but cooperate with him.

    　　They are so fit, but so inappropriate.

    　　"Jenny, let's not separate. I don't want us to be separated."

    　　"Woo-" she cried, not responding to his words. A bloody hole was opened in his heart, and it continued to bleed.

    　　Once some things have been broken, they will no longer be able to fix them in the future. Every time she tried to reject him, in the end it happened.

    　　They are together, hoarse, but incomparably fit.

    　　He seemed to have made up his mind to have another child

　　"Fool, who do you think you are to control my thoughts? If I don't want to, there won't be that wedding. I won't come in your house. You said you love me, but how did you know me?"

    　　"Yeah, I'm a fool."

    　　She made up an imaginary enemy. It turned out that her rival in love was never Fiona, but herself. She lost against herself, lost against her lack of confidence in herself, but she didn't lose against others.

    　　With everything today, she has made and felt herself.

    　　The next day, Yohan came out on a usual day and took her to the restaurant they liked the most and ordered her favorite red wine and steak. He cut it up for her piece by piece and she ate it well. The taste was still so good.

    　　"Cook something for me tonight!", Jenny suddenly spoke. Yohan looked at her abruptly, "Jenny, you are not..."

    　　"I didn't taste the last one you cooked for me, so make it for me this time!"

    　　Isn't this what she wanted most before? I hope Yohan can 

Chapter 15