Savage Love On His Wheelchair

The corners of Marcy and Fred's lips twitched, Rosemary was right, with them around, how could they possibly let her get hurt? At first, Fred deliberately told Rosemary that they were on the mob in order to test her, but did not expect that she did not care, instead, she smiled and said, "We are friends, and real friends do not care about each other's birth and background!" It is also because of that tryst that Fred's opinion of Rosemary has completely changed, and he usually likes to play with her more when he has nothing else to do.

"Thank you!" "No need to be so polite with me, if it wasn't for you guys at the beginning, | might have been no longer in this world!" Every the said this, the corner of Rosemary's mouth would reveal a bitter smile.

Marcy knew that deep in Rosemary's heart there was a painful piece of the past, a scar that could not be touched.

"Well, let's eat first and talk afterwards!" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Fred hurriedly spoke, fearing that Rosemary would remember her old sadness again.

After a meal, there was a lot of talking and laughing, and to celebrate her move, Marcy asked Fred to go to the company under her nsometand help Rosemary in getting sthings.

After dinner, Rosemary told Heidi that she would not be coming back to stay tonight and followed them.

Fred had sbusiness to attend to, and Rosemary went straight to Marcy's car.

On the way, Marcy kept on talking on the phone until she got back to the villa, then she heard him say, "Vanessa, go change your clothes and let's go!" "Good!" With a slight smile, Rosemary didn't ask any more questions and got out of the car and went straight upstairs.

"Young master, everything is ready, are you taking Miss Harris?" Marks asked when he saw Marcy returning with Rosemary.

"Later you take Vanessa to the bedroom to rest!" "Yes!" By this time, Rosemary had changed her clothes and cdown with a bag in her hand.

"I'm done!" Nodding, Marcy walked up to Rosemary and said, "When you get on the plane later, have Marks take you to your room to rest, | have a little business to take care of." Rosemary followed them to an oversized parking lot behind the villa, where two dozen men in black suits stood lined up on either side of the plane.

"Miss Harris, this is your room, if there's nothing else, then I'll go ahead and get busy!" "It's okay, you go ahead and get busy!" When he walked inside the room, Rosemary saw that it was luxuriously decorated. Such a plane, even the one sent by Nathaniel's grandfather was not as good as the one in front of him.

Putting her things away, Rosemary changed into a casual outfit and leaned back on the bed to read a book.

After Marcy and Fred finished discussing things, it was almost twelve o'clock. After knocking on Rosemary's room door and seeing no response from inside, | guessed she should be asleep, so | didn't bother.

When Rosemary woke up, she was already lying in her hotel room, heard small voices from inside the living room, rolled over, and headed outside.

"Good morning!" "Excuse me, am | holding you up talking about work!" "No. Did you sleep well?" Standing up, Marcy stepped forward and took Rosemary's hand, saying softly.

Rosemary subconsciously tried to pull her hand back from Marcy's hand, but he was stronger, and after a few tugs, she finally had to give up.

"Well, sleep well!" Inside Africa's largest hotel, the largest lobby on the top floor is an opulent place.

Rosemary, wearing a blue evening gown, walked slowly towards the front of the venue, holding Marcy by the arm.

Layers of barrier checks, electronic equipment scanning, which opened Rosemary's eyes, looking at the battle in front of him, even the president of a country, I'm afraid it is such a row! Along the way, Rosemary felt as if she was walking through a torture chamber, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous! Soon, Rosemary heard a man standing at the door shouting inside, "Marcy, Mr. Williams is here!" The lights, for a moment, all gathered at the door. The majestic and luxurious door was slowly pushed open.

This man, as soon as he appeared, almost let the whole field of lights are eclipsed, but also instantly let the whole originally lively field suddenly lost a few temperature.

Too cold! It was an innate coolness.

Even in such a social occasion, he did not think to give anyone face meaning, facing one by one tend to curry favor, Marcy is always expressionless, not even a smile.

But even so, countless girls in the field still fell under his cold temperament, and that physique, physique, aura, too make women feel safe.

As if as long as he is there, the sky is not afraid to fall.

Rosemary, who was standing next to Marcy, was sitting on pins and needles, watching the women sweeping their eyes over, each wanting to eat her up.

If the gaze can kill, I'm afraid she would have already been pierced by a million arrows and died without a body.

"Marcy, welcome!" Marcus put down his glass, cforward with a big smile, and said, "It's a real honor to have you here!" Marcy shook hands politely with Marcus, and only in front of the old man did his face soften. With a sideways glance at Marks, Marcy solemnly delivered this gift to Marcus’ hand and said, "This is a gift specially prepared by my young master for Mr.

Marcus, wishing you good health and a long and optimistic life!" "It's good that people are coming, the gifts don't even matter!" Marcus responded with a refreshed voice, and his men, who were already under him, picked up the gifts.

"And this lady is?" Marcus asked, pointing at Rosemary and looking at Marcy.

"Introducing, this is my friend Vanessa, Vanessa this is the Marcus | always tell you about!" Rosemary smiled faintly and said, "Marcus, happy birthday!" "Thanks!" "Come, you must play well and eat well!" Marcy clears her jaw at Marcus, then pulls Rosemary aside to sit down.

The field, at this moment, sounded a lively dance music.

In the venue, a pair of dressed people slid down the dance floor, Marcy picked up a glass of red wine and handed it to Rosemary, and took a glass herself, holding it in her hand and swaying it gently.

Seeing that Rosemary was very comfortable where she was eating a snack, Marcy's lips curled and said, "You don't seem to be worried that I'll be invited away by another woman?" Lifting her eyes and looking at Marcy, Rosemary said coolly, "With your face that is so cold that it will freeze people into ice sculptures, how many women do you think there are in this venue that have that much freezing power?" When Rosemary's words cout, Marcy's brows knitted lightly, was she really worthless in her heart?