Revenge 162
Revenge 162
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Gordon only uttered one word when Mayra grabbed his hand and said, “Even if Andy finds out, don’t listen to him no matter what he says to you. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.
“He’s just like you. He only appears fierce on the outside. In fact, he really loves me, and I can persuade him easily. It’s just that he has always been strict with me since young. That’s all.”
Gordon’s eyes, which were as dark as obsidian, were fixed on her. His voice was calm and cool as he said, “He’s your brother. No matter what he says, I
won’t mind.”
“Then it’s settled. If Andy finds out, you must tell me whatever he says to you, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Gordon, let’s wait until Andy gets married. Then, he won’t have time to manage me, and we can be together openly.”
Gordon was indeed different from Anderson.
Anderson could only provide her with material things, and he hoped that Mayra could rely on him completely. Even if Mayra achieved nothing, Anderson would make a dim star shine brightly under his control.
As for Gordon, he was outstanding. To be with him, Mayra had to work on making herself better so that she could stand shoulder–to–shoulder with him.
This time, Mayra just wanted to be in an ordinary relationship where they went from wearing school uniforms to wedding clothes.
As for whatever would happen later, Mayra had already recalled the things in her previous life. It was just that she realized it too late and missed out on too
much!
She had been so bad to Gordon before, but he still loved her relentlessly.
She thought of that dream. If Gordon really did take his own life in prison in her Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
past life, Marra would never be able to forgive herself.
If not for her, Gordon would’ve been standing at the top of the pyramid.
By the way, who was that girl with you guys just now? Are you close?”
Gordon explained, “Her name is Sydney. Our team was short of one person, so our mentor recommended her. She’s currently doing program testing and optimization. We don’t interact much otherwise.”
Mayra smiled and nodded while adding chili flakes to her plate of pasta. “Even if you talk to her, it’s fine. Your girlfriend isn’t that petty.”
“Your stomach isn’t well. You shouldn’t eat chili.” Gordon swapped his plate with hers and then said, “Give me your hand.”
Mayra, puzzled, extended her hand.
Gordon took her wrist to check her pulse. Perhaps it was her wishful thinking, but she thought that he had wanted to eat pasta with their fingers interlocked.
“A weak stomach and poor blood flow. Still the same as last time.”
He then asked, “Do you still have the keys to my place?”
Mayra nodded. “Yes.”
“When you return to Belchester, go to my room in Paramount Hall. I’ve prepared half a month’s worth of medicine for you. Take it for a while and then I’ll check on you again.”
Mayra put down her fork and reached out to touch his face, rubbing it gently.” Wow, my boyfriend is so amazing…”
She continued to ask, “Gordon, can you teach me medicine? Whatever you can’t do, I’ll do it for you. I promise I’ll become the best doctor.”
If not for treating his mother’s illness, he would’ve inherited the family business and managed Paramount Hall instead of studying computer science.
He relied on his programming skills to maintain websites for several companies, but he earned very little. In his spare time, he had to do tough and tiring part–time jobs.
He moved bricks at construction sites, worked night gigs, and handed out flyers.
Mayra thought, “Gordon, I believe in the future… You’ll overcome any obstacle with ease!”