Sorry ex You'll Never Win Me Back

Chapter 327 A Sense Of Misgiving

Nova halted at his voice, wearing an innocent look on her face.

It was such a coincidence at that time Kelly was pushed out by Cassie since she felt something was amiss.

“Hi, Mr. King.” Nova turned on his heel and greeted Henry with a smile.

Kelly ran across them on the corner as she got out of the box, she then motioned for Cassie to stop.

Nova was obviously wondering about Henry’s act and ice–cold eyes, which could be told from her knitted eyebrows.

“Granny hasn’t got a wink of sleep for two days.”

“What’s wrong with her?!” The doubts in Nova’s eyes suddenly turned into worries.

“Of course, it’s because of you!” Henry said in a rather low tone, maybe the tone was icy, instead of low to sound.

Her face grew pale with concern. “How could it be? What the hell with it?”

“Come back with me tonight then you will see.” He was always sparing with his words.

Nova fell silent with her eyebrows deeply ceased.

whose face crumpled up terribly right off the bat when she

did Henry ask Nova to go back to the King’s Mansion?

why not go to the doctor? Why do they want Nova?!

not be a part of the King’s,

could Henry get rid of Nova once and for all?! Kelly chewed on her lip and stared at them with a look

toward her. In a hurry, she assumed an amiable expression. But Nova

attention was focused on the call she

was answered

Mabel’s voice was rather haggard, and gracious

me, grandma. How have you been? Why can’t you

my condition. It’s nonsense to say I can’t

but said nothing, apparently, she didn’t believe what

with Nova, optimistic and affable. “Did you miss me? I miss you so

I do, grandma, I think about you every day. So please take care

Mabel’s voice sounded slightly nervous.

can’t I come tonight?” Nova asked with doubt. Is tonight

Nova could fathom what the reason was, Mabel spoke again. “I prefer another day honey, today is late and there is not much time for us since you are absolutely not going to stay overnight here. I know

that you’re ill…“\

a fiddle now! They are talking