Chapter 115 Low Lelles

A car’s her sounded

The car tront of them putained sinkonary despite the green light, sa Ashton had pressed the limit..

The sound snappell wallam out of his thought.

Felle contul colds, “She specially mentioned the drawer bill of love letters Itecries, just to polul nie as sewa messy smalle

Who knew the best way thantark another mention.

Willum saddenly asked, “it wudy how.adrower full of letters?

“so what if I did? They were so unto my desk beteren ab at school alla’t have a chance to jet them it won’t her fat

Willan’s wor was cold. “Did you throw them awa

Puzzled by his question, Emelie looked at him. “I didn’t read them, but didn’t throw them away either.”

Though she had no interest in the letters or the content, discading the world have been polite, alter all, they were soucone’s heartfelt expression.

She remembered gathering them all into a bag.

As the carpssed by a shopping mall, the screen outside casta fluorescent light on William’s face, making his expression had to read. “How did you deal with them?!

“I took them home, but I’m not sure where they ended up. When the Hovens were forced to move from the city to the town, some things got lost in the process

before huming away and letting or a tant lugh

about lening tesbistage her. That was why she wanted to

het from bad–mouthing Elena by changing

help me.” In fact, she knew

at her and tagged at his tie with

mood swings, but this wasn’t the first time she found

comerton. Noticing nothing inappropriate happening, he lowered the partition and asked softly. “Mr.

tapped on her phone and sand, “Ashton, you location on WhatsApp. Let’s go there instead.”

objection from him, he agreed and opened his WhatsApp to read the

a furry of messepes in her work group chat. She

photos at Justina taken by her assistant and frowned. She wanted to ask the assistant to delete

do that out of kindness, but she felt Justina had dready fared insigh consejances. There was no inson

it couldn’t be undene,

to feel guilty as she wasn’t the one who

her phone. The cat continued smoothly, William didin’t seem to care about their destination. He

front of a phate

of

Ashton, “Turking spots are hard to find here. It might be

“No problem

findaspor”

glanced at the

“I’m all This

slightly.

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