Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

“I will compensate you one by one regarding what this family owed you, what your uncle owed you and what I owed you. I will try hard to help you get whatever you desire. But the premise is that you have to follow the rules. Anyone who violates the rules will be punished.” The old lady grabbed the knots from Vince, untied them one by one, and returned him with two straps, “But still, many things are not what you imagined. There are many things we cannot help with. And why do you have to waste your time on that?”

“I don’t need any compensation. I don’t want much, but it just happens that you can’t do anything, or I can’t recover from it.”

“Vince, I have raised you from a little baby to today. Did you deliberately say this to make me sad?”

“Grandma,” Vince said, “You did raise me very carefully. They said that I was very naughty when I was young, but I didn’t even have a scar on my body.”

Lady Johnson was silent for a longer time, “How many things do you remember, Vince?”

“You can rest assured. I haven’t remembered anything.” Vince paused for a moment and then continued, “Let go of the poor Miss Jenkins, don’t always use her to test me. I don’t remember anything about her. Really, I Swear.”

“I often call her because you like her and want to know if she is worthy of you.”

Arianna returned to Country C silently. Ryan was a bit stunned when he saw her, “You are not traveling? Why do you come back so soon?”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tired, homesick.”

“A place with a loved one is called a home. A place where only one person lives can only count as a house.”

“Ryan, you talk too much.”

At noon, Ryan invited her to a meal. After living in a warm and humid climate for quite some time, Arianna couldn’t adapt to the local climate in a short time when she came back. Her lips were blistering, and her face had acne. Ryan said, “Hey, you adapt to a strange place very fast, right? You just need to get used to it.”

“Why don’t you ask me about that person?”

“You will talk about him when you want. If you don’t want to, my questions will be in vain. When someone dies, he should rest in peace. We survivors just need to survive.”

“Ryan, you are making progress.”

“I am trying to follow you.”

After Arianna came back for a month, she received a call from her old colleague Melissa (when she was previously working in the investment department), “Our boss is going to take a field-study group to go abroad to visit the S Country. Of the two of our most capable translators, one has been hospitalized for a month, and one is pregnant. I’m trying to outsource a capable translator. You have been to that country for a few years, and you have excellent proficiency in both local languages, and you know well about the rules and regulations in our country. I think you are the perfect choice for this job. My boss wants me to call and ask you.”

Arianna was touched by memories. S Country was her healing site many years ago. There were new mental wounds added to her mind recently. She had never returned to S Country in these years. She replied that if she did not have to return with the group, she would consider this job. Soon she received a formal invitation to ask her to apply for a visa. In a few days, she had arrived in S Country.

Arianna was good at such a job. It’s been a long time since she was at work last time. She met a lot of people and even helped the Sanchez Group to pull off many purchase orders.

The field-study group’s mission ended smoothly, and Arianna could stay for a long time. She sent the delegation to the plane, went to the hot dog shop she used to eat there early, strolled at the airport for an hour, and then she hesitated whether she should go to the airport car rental to rent a scooter.

Passengers flooded out of the airport as the new flight arrived. Someone got on the bus, someone hired a taxi, someone rushed to the parking lot, and someone sat in the luxury car directly parked in front of them. Among the passengers, some were in neat suits, some in compact clothes, some rushing like ants, some walking leisurely, and they constituted different landscape elements of the city.

Arianna looked intently at another scene that suddenly appeared not far from her. A very dazzling car stopped in front of a passenger not far away. The man was slender, wearing a white casual shirt, light gray pants, a jacket freely hung on his arms, a pair of large sunglasses, and the posture was chic. His driver’s suit was very straight. The driver took the luggage for him with the regular movement of the honor guard and opened the car door for him. The picture looked very stylish. The passenger stooped into the car, and the car accelerated instantly and passed by in front of Arianna.

Arianna was stunned for a long time. The man was Vince. This airport was one of the largest airports in the world. With tens of thousands of passengers every day, she could encounter him like this, like she’d been waiting for him all along, and he didn’t see her.

Arianna took a taxi back to the hotel where she stayed. On the way, she scolded herself a hundred times. When he tried to show his affection to her, she was too annoyed. But when he didn’t see or pretended not to see her, she was so lost that she could go hit herself on the wall.

But since they managed to meet each other by chance one out of tens of thousands of times, it’s not a strange thing for them to meet again. In the afternoon, Arianna walked out of the hotel. She went to an art gallery nearby. When she saw Vince in the gallery, he was staring at a beautiful abstract painting.

When Arianna looked at his back for more than three seconds, he looked back at her, smiled at her, and turned to continue to admire the painting. His appearance looked a little different from a month ago. But Arianna couldn’t tell exactly what was different.

Arianna looked at the first painting in the normal order. Before she went to the painting titled “The Lost Memories,” Vince still stood there, tilting his head and trying to find a new angle to re-observe the painting. He stood in front of the painting, but he was more eye-catching than the painting. Several ladies in the museum were watching him.