My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 152
Look Around Carefully
Before she knew it, it was nighttime.
Since Bernard had left, there was no one to keep an eye on the
old house. Lucille did not hesitate. Under the cover of the
night, she snuck in.
She had come in a hurry last time, so she didn't look around carefully.
This time, Lucille went straight to the room on the second. floor, groping around.
After searching for a while, she still didn't find anything.
Lucille could not help heaving a long sigh.
The layout of the old house was almost the same as what she remembered, and all the decorations had not changed. It was just that her grandmother used to have some of her childhood photos on the table before, but the photos were missing right then. Someone must have put them away.
Taking a casual glance, Lucille was suddenly stunned.
That's right.
Where were her photos?
Lucille got up and rummaged through the photos. She found that all of her grandparents' photos were still there, except for her childhood pictures.
Who had taken them?
She frowned and sat on the small bed in frustration.
Next to the bed frame, there was smiling, dusty little doll. The color of its body had faded, and its furry cloth had already.
begun to rot, revealing the white cotton inside.
That was the doll she used to hug to sleep as a child.
Lucille casually picked it up and gently patted the dust off it.
Thud!
A key fell out of the cotton.
Lucille was stunned for a moment and immediately picked it up to have a look. There was an address pasted on the key, which led to the most prosperous street in Shein City! In addition to that, there was another sentence on the back of the key.
It read: "Go. This is the gift I've worked so hard to prepare for you, Bobo."
The handwriting was beautiful and elegant. Lucille recognized it at a glance. It was how her grandmother used to write!
key tightly in
a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it
more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address coincidentally
mind, but no
an answer.
Then, she left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house. Nobody
she saw the man's
around in the old house next door. Joseph
heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have
do you want
at the corner of Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille
amorous eyes.
a moment and replied,
walked side by side, stepping out of the courtyard
bright that night. The full moon
head, and the stars in the sky were vastly
wharfully
village was quiet, and even the
end of the path, there was an
branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were bright, and
He side-eyed her and asked,
Specially Placed
raised an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things like.
red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it
of sight, she saw that there was not only a pen under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who
interested in this."
making a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she
so many times?
his pen and started writing
curious and couldn't help but sneak a
it with his hands. "Don't
"So petty."
and looked up at the wish written by someone else
read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when
old together, get married,
handwriting: "I hope
are safe and sound."
were all wonderful
head,
over her head and tied
couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth
her to be curious. The
it, the more she
About My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess - Chapter 152
My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess is the best current series of the author Novelxo. With the below Chapter 152 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 152 and update the next chapters of this series at booktrk.com