Chapter 283 Mr. Rumba

In the dead of night, Joe suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He turned on the bedside lamp, and what appeared in his mind was the scene from his dream just now, Charlotte stood at the door of the Clinton mansion, and smiled at him. “I don’t feel any excitement or attraction at all.”

Although it was just a simple word, it was like a steel nail piercing into the bone marrow. It seemed that there was no wound, but it hurt him all the time, oozing out of pain from the bone.

At this moment, the cell phone next to his pillow turned on.

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It was a message from Sir Smith. In the photo, he and Ben Anna were smiling happily at the camera.

Joe curled his lips silently, once again regretting his previous

behavior.

If he had been aware of his feelings in time back then, Ben and Anna would have grown up happily by his side all the time, right?

the pillow casually, went to the window, and lit

if she didn’t have feelings for him anymore? As

alive, he could try to make her fall in love with him

he did wrong in the past, he was willing to use his rest

thinking in the middle of the night. At this time, she was carrying a gift box to the gate of the famous University of Construction

architecture university was once the dream of countless architects, and it has also produced countless world–renowned architects.

a lot of blank spaces were deliberately set up, and most of

silently withdrew her gaze; she would definitely leave her own work at the gate one day.

office familiarly, Charlotte

was processing the documents, glanced up and found that the person standing

thought you had already forgotten

pen in his hand heavily

design, she would definitely leave a name

became a sordid merchant and was tainted with the

reason why Rumba

had to say, “I have to go back to inherit the family business… Rumba, think about it, if I

“You have a lot of excuses. If nothing you build, I’ll deal

worry, I’ve designed the Holiday Resort and it’s

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