Don't Mess with the Rock Chicks by F BOY’s DOLL

Chapter 255

Half of Nicole’s ass hurt from the fall.

Her thermos bucket fell to a place far ahead, and the man didn’t know how to help her pick it up.

She stood leaning against the wall for a long time, almost dying of anger, and was about to hop over to pick up the thermos, when someone trotted over and helped her pick up the thermos.

She was about to thank her when she saw Gideon and her

face fell.

This guy came to the hospital every day, and Nicole knew he was ordered to monitor her.

To put it bluntly, Bowen still suspects that she is connected to

Jolene.

Just monitor, he still shows up all the time.

Send Nicole some fruit today, and a crayfish tomorrow.

What kind of presence does he have?

“Are you alright Miss Berry?” Gideon looked concerned.

Nicole shook his hand away, only to realize that the handkerchief the man had given him was still in her hand.

Heh, he thought he was handsome, so he sent things around?

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Nicole limped to the trash can and threw the little handkerchief in her hand.

clap your hands and

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about to take a step, she vaguely

of ugly, but kind

being stunned for a moment, he immediately went to dig out

but didn’t dare to pull: “Miss Berry, what’s wrong, what is it, do you need me to help you?”

found the handkerchief and brought it back.

Gideon beside her, and held

“What’s wrong Miss

ruthless man, if you suspect anything, come and stare at me yourself, let you follow me all day, what exactly does he want to know ?” Nicole was eager to confirm

a daze, she snatched the thermos from his hand and left.

Frank’s ward with a limp, served him soup,

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bathroom with the

took out a small handkerchief from her pocket and unfolded it.

two ugly characters crookedly embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief, her heart beat

“Jolene.”

the

course she

embroiders the maiden embroidery

all night with painstaking effort, and then sent it to Jolene in

her, and accepted

Jolene’s stuff.

breathe, leaning on the door frame and staring at the handkerchief.

and now a gust of

deep breath, washed her face with cold water, and

from the bottom of my heart.