My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 62 Are You Really Planning to Get a Divorce?

It seems that he is really serious about his intention to bear the divorce, not just talking about it.

Jocelyn helped Allen all the way out the door.

After last night's snowfall, the courtyard was white at this moment.

The maids and bodyguards were busy clearing the snow from the ground.

After greeting everyone, Jocelyn and Allen ran all the way out the door and continued running along the road.

The snow in the middle of the road had melted, only the ones on either side hadn't, and at the moment the sanitation workers were busy clearing it.

It was cold, but because of the exercise, they didn't feel cold at all.

After a few kilometres of running back and forth along the tarmac road in front of their home, they rest against the dry cherry trees in front of their home.

The two were back-to-back, equally out of breath, their clothes already soaked with sweat.

"A run like this can be really soothing." Allen said.

"Well ... Dad, are you in a better mood?" Jocelyn asked.

"Much better."

"Are you really planning to get a divorce?"

"Yes, I'm going to give her two hundred million, as well as a house, and let her leave my world now." As he spoke, Allen's face sank again, his brows knitted.

She could feel his reluctance, as well as his sadness. She felt guilty inside. She really didn't know if she was wrong to cause all these.

now, but there was nothing she

continued to put

couldn't, everything before had

them to be friendly, it only gets them to be more

soft, anyone

at it from an absolutely rational perspective, she felt that her father

own goals, and there was no guarantee that

its grand finale, there were always

"Okay, let's not talk about

"Okay."

...

and Gloria were working with the female inmates

sitting side by side on the bunk, all holding an embroidery support in their hands,

each of them were some pure white silk handkerchiefs waiting to be embroidered, usually

and Sara, everyone else

women, who didn't even know how to hold a needle at home, and usually just threw away anything at

marks on their fingers,

right hand, once again, dug deep into her

spread out, overwhelming the last bit of her patience, and she instantly threw the embroidery support to the ground viciously, crying and shouting in anger, "Are we living in

to do that. I'm a pregnant woman, what good

get so few hankies, but only us got so many? Did Jocelyn

doesn't he

in until now, she and her mother had been working almost all the time, and were

they had washed hundreds of dishes and dozens

they were forced to embroider so

large confinement room with a

account at all, and they refused to help with the embroidery when they asked

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