Chasing After My Beloved Wife

"Mr. Shawn, are you not going over?"

The servant asked in confusion. Shawn frowned and shook his head, not noticing the heartache he felt for Joye. If he went there now, she was likely to hit him.

His mobile phone vibrated. He took out his mobile phone, annoyed. Seeing that it was a strange number, he hung up right away.

Just as he was about to put it back into his pocket, his phone vibrated again. It was a text message.

"Shawn, I'm coming home. Are you alright?" Attached below the message was a piece of flight information.

He knew who it was from.

Staring at the words on the screen, helplessness consumed him.

Rain fell into his eyes when he raised his head. Then, he stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket.

When he looked at the graveyard again, Joye’s thin figure was gone. He quickly looked around, only to discover that Joye had already gotten into Yvon's car.

Why were they together?

Madam Joye has

gaze and spoke. The servant immediately realized that she

between Joye

car, she had been looking out of the window in silence. The rainy weather perfectly reflected what she was feeling right

the beginning, but the pain was there to stay. She

tilted his head to look at her and couldn't help but comfort her, "Time

stare into the distance. With a slightly hoarse voice, she asked, "Can you take me to a

a bar with how she was. So, he suggested, "Our army has an art performance today. I can take you there to take your

want to bring me there, please stop the car and

was to find a place to get

looked over at Yvon with questioning eyes. Yvon pursed his lips and nodded. "Okay, let’s go to the nearest

counter, the bottle in front of

cough suddenly

so quickly that she choked. Subconsciously, she bent over, and tears came out of her eyes.