Thomas Willow looked at her in surprise for a long time before speaking thoughtfully, "The business field may not see blood, but it is more terrible than bloody battles. It has always been a fight to the death, and such a grudge is already deep enough."
After saying that, he looked at Jane Smith sensitively, "Whats the matter with you and him?"
Jane Smith came back to her senses and shook her head hurriedly, "Nothing, Im just asking casually, so as not to be embarrassed when we get along in the future."
Thomas Willow lowered his head, but the gaze he looked at Jane Smith was very complicated.
In the evening, Jane Smith returned home and as she passed the study upstairs, she couldnt help but glance at it.
Just one glance, her feet seemed to be attracted by a disk and stopped, her eyes staring at the light coming out of the study door crack in shock!
When did he come back?
After pausing for a few seconds, her feet began to move on their own.
When she pushed open the study door, and the two soft lines of sight collided unexpectedly, Jane Smith seemed to wake up from a dream.
She was stunned, what did she come in for?
When she was embarrassed and didnt know where to put her hands and feet.
"Grace -" The gentle voice full of deep attachment seemed to be able to melt the ice and snow.
Jane Smith was completely stunned, and looked at Charles King sitting on the chair opposite her in surprise.
His eyes... There was no resistance and alienation of the previous few days, what was there was what everyone could understand, affectionate, and deep attachment...
After a long time -
Jane Smith woke up from the dream again, staring at Charles Kings face motionlessly, and he called out - Grace!
But his eyes clearly had it when their eyes collided!
It seems...
He has mistaken someone for someone else!
It seems that this time, Charles King also woke up, and the city wall that had just been built seemed to isolate the distance between him and her.
"Is there something wrong?" He said a few words to Jane Smith, not cold or hot.
Jane Smith didnt answer, her eyes fell on the photo in the frame on the table -
A persons moment, there was a feeling of blood flowing back, it was her!
It was her! It was her! She! She!
It seemed that there was a sound wave circling in her mind - repeating these two words over and over again!
Jane Smith stared at the girl in the photo, her face was pale - the girl in the photo was wearing a white dress, she was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her beautiful face was like a flower under the sun...
She stood happily on the grass, and the warm breeze blew, and the skirt corner flew up...
She is as beautiful as Snow White in a fairy tale!
It seems that because Charles King hadnt completely recovered from his immersion, he stared at her face deeply and easily noticed that something was wrong with her.
Then... Jane Smith moved step by step to the edge of the table, standing opposite Charles King!
Lowering her eyes, she carefully picked up the photo on the table, and her fingers touched the girls face in the photo in a daze...
"Is she dead?"
Jane Smith suddenly spoke, her voice seemed to be torn, a bit hoarse.
She didnt expect to see Graces photo here, does he know Grace?
And, his reaction just now...
No -
Jane Smith was startled by her own thoughts,
No, he cant know, she accidentally killed her when she quarreled with Grace.
That matter was sealed very tightly by Dad.
Upon hearing this, a nerve of Charles King seemed to be pricked, he looked up, his eyes full of hatred looking at her melancholic side face: "Dead."
A light description, but full of deep sorrow.
Jane Smith, who was lost in a daze, seemed to wake up from a dream and reacted to what he had done, looking at the photo frame in her hand, she couldnt answer Charles Kings words for a while.
After a few seconds, Jane Smith stabilized the storm in her heart, and said lightly: "Oh!"
She said it lightly, indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with her.
Charles King was silent, but his eyes ignited with anger.
Moreover, what was even more incredible was... At the moment of the collision of eyes, he had an illusion and thought of her as Grace.
If it was because Jane Smith looked like Grace, but when he observed Jane Smith carefully, he couldnt find any similarity.
At that moment, even he couldnt explain it, and Graces shadow appeared on Jane Smith.
When the cold little hand felt a little warm, Jane Smiths hand on the photo frame also stopped - the next second, the photo frame was "snatched" by him,
She watched him carefully put it away, and then quietly looked at his face, which had already returned to normal, and suddenly said, "You love her very much, dont you?"
A calm sentence, but she didnt know why, her chest was blocked.
Although there is no love between them, they are still husband and wife after all, and seeing her husband still thinking about a dead woman...
She found that she was very selfish and cared very much!
Charles King looked up, his eyes suddenly became a bit colder, and in a very short moment, his expression had returned to the usual domineering.
He stood up, walked around her, and his black crystal-like eyes stared at her: "Love very much!"
Four short words confirmed Jane Smiths idea.
Before she could speak, the sarcastic voice fell again: "As a wife, do you mind?"
The word "wife" was bitten very hard by him, and it sounded very sarcastic, as if deliberately reminding Jane Smith.
Charles Kings sharp gaze stared at her, at this moment she was wrapped in a thin and wide dress, her eyes raised, she looked a bit fragile and pitiful looking at him...
As if she had suffered some grievance.
A strange feeling quickly, fleetingly, flowed through Charles Kings heart...
He wanted to grasp it, but it had already disappeared!
However, that feeling, he was very repelled.
Jane Smith looked at the man who was only a foot away from her, of course, she understood the sarcasm in his words...
She looked at his face very seriously, and slowly said: "Yes - I do mind, I mind that my husband is still thinking about a dead woman!"
She also emphasized the tone, and the sarcasm in her voice was also obvious.
Especially the word "dead" clearly had an emphasis.
He dislikes her, and she doesnt like him either!
So, when speaking, she was unrestrained; he didnt care about her feelings, and she didnt hesitate to sprinkle salt on his wound.
Sure enough, the mans face was no longer calm, and there was a flame jumping in his eyes.
"You are not qualified yet!" Charles Kings sharp eyes shot directly into Jane Smiths eyes.
His thick eyebrows obviously furrowed tightly because of anger, but there was more of a coercive taste in his eyes.