Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 172 Hurt Again



Chapter 172 Hurt Again

Chapter 172 Hurt Again

Avery closed her eyes and prepared to be hit, but the anticipated pain didn't come.

When she opened her eyes again, all she saw was Jacob picking up the neatly arranged gray suit

prepared by her and leaving. He slammed the bedroom door with a deafening sound.

Avery was left alone in the room, and her body weakly slid to the ground.

She was too focused on throwing a tantrum to notice that her body had been soaked in sweat. Her

body was still trembling, and she didn't know whether it was because of anger or fear. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The look in Jacob's eyes just now was really terrifying. She thought she wouldn't survive tonight.

She had never scolded him like this before. Perhaps no one had done such a thing, not to mention her.

Avery touched her chest. Her heart was still beating rapidly and hadn't calmed down yet.

A few minutes later, Madison hurriedly ran up. looking at Avery's pale face, she sighed helplessly. "Mrs.

Hill, what did you do just now? I have never seen Mr. Hill so angry."

Only then did Avery come back to her senses. She brushed the hair covering her face and smiled

helplessly. "It's nothing. We just had a fight."

As soon as Madison heard this, she became dissatisfied and quickly sat beside Avery, advising her,

"Mrs. Hill, although Mr. Hill has been cheating on you, I always feel that he has no feelings for that

tease. Even when you weren't here, he would come back to the Hill Mansion every day to sleep."

"Just take the incident of you and Mr. Ethan disappearing for example. Mr. Hill stayed awake for

several days without eating or drinking. He was in such good health but ended up falling ill. You

probably have no idea how many days he was sick. It's only in the past two days that he's started to

look a bit better."

Madison placed her hands on Avery's shoulders. "Don't blame me for being nosy. I've watched Mr. Hill

grow up. You are the only woman he brought home, and his feelings for you are really extraordinary.

He should be beaten and punished for doing something wrong, but you shouldn't extinguish the

genuine affection he has for you."

"Genuine affection?" Avery thought of Jacob's face and sneered. "I can't afford such genuine

affection."

"Mrs. Hill..."

"Stop, Madison. I know what I'm doing." Avery didn't want to hear Madison speak for Jacob anymore.

Madison sighed deeply. "Mrs. Hill, I'm just thinking for your sake. You know Mr. Hill's temperament. If

you confront him head-on, in the end, the one who will suffer is you."

Avery was startled.

She didn't like any word of what Madison said just now, but she agreed with her last sentence.

"I can see Mr. Hill's feelings for you. I'm afraid that after all this, he won't let you leave anymore. If you

continue to confront him, the only one who will benefit is that tease. Mrs. Hill, life is long. If you can't

choose, why don't you live comfortably? You're walking a path that will only make both of you

unhappy."

Avery thought of the island and the unfinished investigation.

If she was constantly imprisoned here by Jacob, she would only have a dead end.

"I understand, Madison."

"It's good that you understand. In fact, men are all boys deep inside. You just need to treat them like

they were boys. Mrs. Hill, don't let that tease take advantage for no reason."

Avery still held the box she used to hit Jacob. She had planned to talk to him, but now this hit might

completely destroy the little affection between them.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, Avery saw a piece of news on her phone.

The postponed engagement banquet between the Hill and White families was scheduled at the end of

this month.

In the picture, Jacob was wearing the gray suit she had chosen, looking serious, while Layla was

smiling and holding his arm.

They looked like such a perfect couple, and Avery's healing wounds felt like they were torn open in an

instant.


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