Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 223

Finley’s thin lips brushed her cheek. In his deep eyes, the desire dissipated, adding a bit of bitterness.

“I was kidding you. Why are you so sensitive?” Finley smiled and sat back, fastened his seat belt and drove away from Sky Group.

Sofia was surprised to find that he didn’t mean to take her back to Sierra Villa, but took her to the Kings County Nursing

Home to see her mother.

Finley even prepared a special bouquet of flowers. Although Sofia’s mother hadn’t recovered yet, he bought it anyway, a bouquet of carnations.

Before arriving at the ward, Sofia opened the ward and was about to turn around and close the door when Finley held her hand and walked in with a bouquet in her arms.

Sofia’s complexion suddenly changed, and she hurriedly stood in front of her mother Samantha’s hospital bed, looking at Finley with a little coldness.

Finley smiled wryly, and put the flowers in a vase aside.

Samantha liked flowers very much before, and she also specialized in the art of flower arrangement, and she is also well–known in the industry.

Sofia prepared a vase in her mother’s ward, and delivered a bouquet of flowers to the ward by express every two or three days, and asked the nurse to insert it into the vase and put it

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mother woke up one day, she would be able to see bright and brilliant flowers and smell the fragrance of flowers as soon

Samantha’s room, and put his hands in his trouser pockets to take a look from

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first time that Finley had taken the initiative to visit. someone from

to Daisy’s coffee shop. Unexpectedly, Daisy rented a nearby store

Finley walked into the coffee shop, it caught everyone’s attention.

Mr. Stwart, and they all took photos

jokes with Daisy. Although his jokes

and it was already evening.

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private beach outside the villa, watching the sky full

laugh, “Do you still remember the night when we accidentally

Sofia tensed up.

pressed her forehead and said, “Sofia, let’s

forehead rested on Sofia’s, slowly caressing, and gently grasped her thin shoulders with both

another meaning is that Susan cooks delicious food,

already damaged and collapsed. How could she recover in a

whispered, “Sofia, let’s start over.“‘