His self-esteem was too strong to let her know that he had always loved her so humbly.
Even from the beginning to the end, she never loved him in her heart.
One o'clock in the morning.
He parked the car in the parking lot of the Marais Hotel, kicked the door and got out of the car.
He had just returned from the bar, and he was not drunk, but he was so angry that he did not dare to approach.
He tossed half of the cigarette in his hand to the ground, stepped on it, and walked up to the hotel's lavish lobby door.
When he walked to the door of his suite, the two butlers standing outside the door walked up to him and said happily.
"Sir, you're finally back" "Yes, we're still worried about what happened to you, sir, if I haven't forgotten that you said you would come back around seven o'clock in the afternoon, but it's early in the morning, I'm fast" "Smack."
He walked into the living room, closed the door with his backhand, and ignored the two butlers.
The two butlers were much younger than Gretta, and they had only been with him for a few days.
So when I saw him like this, I immediately stood back in place with my hands on my stomach and pretended that nothing had happened, where did I dare to knock on the door and ask him what was wrong.
He sat down on the bed after taking a shower and took the phone on the bedside table and flipped through her number.
His number was of particular interest to him, so he could always find her as soon as possible out of the thousands.
Or even if he didn't pay special attention to her, he could recognize her name at first glance from thousands of numbers.
He loved her so much.
He remembered everything about her better than anyone else.
But I don't know if she's the same.
Actually, he knew.
It's not the same.
He knew she wouldn't be paying special attention to his numbers like he was, and wouldn't be like he was to find his name among thousands of numbers at a glance.
He looked at her number, his eyes darkened a little, and he looked a little sad against the dark night sky.
He wanted to call her over.
Perhaps because of the drinking, he missed her more than usual.
Both physically and psychologically.
I want to do both.
But he eventually put the phone back on the bedside table and didn't call.
After all, he knew that even if she came, she would only be able to solve his physical needs.
The real needs in his heart, she can't solve.
He longed for her love.
Longing to be humbled.
But she won't give it to him.
She would only make his already bloody wound feel like another thorn stabbed into him, and it would be painful.
So So the matter of looking for her to come over, forget it.
At least for today, he didn't plan to do so.
He opened the door and was going to the study, but when he opened it, he found that the housekeeper of the suite was sneaking around outside the door and looking like a thief.
He frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"
” "Ah sir" The butler stopped walking around and looked up at him, and when he saw him, he looked as if he had seen an alien, excited and panicked.
The housekeeper raised his hand and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and then explained nervously: "Sir doesn't hide it from Sir, this is the case.
Miss Rist came to you just now, and she told me to go into my room and inform you.
But I'm afraid that you've been asleep for a while, sir, and don't know whether to knock or not, so " "Where is she now?"
He cut off the housekeeper's long-winded words, looked ahead and looked expressionless, but the emotions in his eyes were trance-like. oshow7 t1706231537: