Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies by Sherri Roman

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 a cigarette.

didn’t have feelings for him anymore?

was still alive, he could try to make her fall in

did wrong in the past, he was willing to use

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

the dream of countless architects, and it has also produced countless world–renowned

the gate of the university. On the left side of the gate, a lot of blank spaces were deliberately set up, and most of them were filled, all of which were classic works

withdrew her gaze; she would definitely leave her own work at the gate

the door of Rumba’s office familiarly,

the person standing at the door was Charlotte,

had already forgotten

pen in his hand heavily and gave Charlotte an

among all his students, as long as she could stick to architecture design, she would definitely leave a name in the history of architecture in the future. But unexpectedly, Charlotte went to start her own company before he

the smell of copper, how could she continue to

was the reason why Rumba got angry.

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

couldn’t help smiling in anger. “You have a lot of excuses. If nothing you build,

nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ve designed the Holiday