Revenge Of The Sexy Wife

Seeing this scene inside the car, Madeline immediately got out and ran into the security room.

Looking at the pile of letters, Madeline asked, “Who is this? I can’t believe she gave you so many letters.”

Lawrence frowned deeply, did not say anything, just silently picked up the case, put it in the back seat of the sports car, into the driver’s seat.

And Madeline followed the car.

In the next second, Lawrence gave the accelerator a direct kick and reached the parking space.

After parking the car, he walked straight to a quiet gazebo underneath and sat down, carrying the one large box in his arms.

Madeline followed quietly because he was curious.

Once he sat down, Lawrence took out an envelope from inside.

On the top of the envelope, marked, “1”

When the envelope was opened, the handwriting, as it were, came to the eye –

“Hello, Lawrence, this is the first letter I’ve written to you.”

“Today was the first day of senior school and I was in front of the school, and I bumped into you, and that moment, I was really amazed.”

“Before I met you, I had never seen a face that could stun me, even enough to shake my soul, as you do.”

“The moment you crossed my path, I felt like a spring breeze, as if all the flowers in the world were blooming.”

“I guess it was love at first sight, wasn’t it? I really wanted to go up to you and strike up a conversation, but I didn’t have the courage.”

“Compared to you, I’m so ordinary, who am I to go and talk to you?”

“I had to sneak around all the senior classes by myself, looking for you and asking for information about you.”

“I ran through the whole building of our grade for you and I finally found you you were in the class next to mine.”

“Then I was careful, asked your class, your name, and walked away again in silence.”

“Lawrence, I guess I’ll keep following you silently like this from now on, and I’ll even pass by your classroom door on a regular basis just to see you one more time.”

Her words are full of the heartiness and shyness unique to a young girl.

Lawrence could even imagine what she looked like when she wrote the letter.

Late at night, the innocent young girl, sitting beneath a warm table lamp, writes down her heartbeat with a pen, bit by bit.

Then carefully, put it in an envelope, seal it, and put it in a drawer again.

For some reason, at this moment, he felt as if something had touched him deeply in his heart.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

And at that moment, Madeline saw it all.

Madeline was instantly touched, “This girl writes so well.”

Without speaking, Lawrence picked up another letter.

This letter is marked with a serial number.

It’s a “2”.

The letter was opened and the beautiful handwriting, once again, came to the eye –

“Hello, Lawrence, this is the second letter I’ve written to you.”

“I was on the playground today and saw you play and for the first time I knew that there were boys who were that handsome and charming.”

“Watching you on the pitch, sweating, I think I’m even more impressed.”

“I heard from your class that you like playing basketball a lot.”

“So I bought the basketball by default and practised at home alone in secret.”

“I’ve blown the wind you’ve blown and practiced the basketball you like, does that mean I’m closer to you?”

Lawrence then opened another letter, serial number 3.

It, once again, comes into view –

“Hi, Lawrence, this is the third letter I’ve written to you, and I made a point of passing by the door of your class again today during extracurricular time.”

“You know what? Every day when I pass by the door of your class is the happiest time of the day for me.”

“Even if you’re not in the classroom, I’m happy just looking at your seat, all those books on your seat, pen and paper.”

Next, Lawrence opened more letters.

Serial numbers, which vary.

By the time he saw the tenth letter, Lawrence was completely certain that the numbers on the top of the envelope were arranged according to the order in which they were written.

Inside each letter are various heartfelt messages from a young girl, feeling in between her lines, Lawrence saw sincerity and humility.

There is even an inferiority complex in sight.

Gradually, his expression began to become tender.

On the other side, so did Madeline.

As a girl, though, Madeline had no crushes on anyone.

Yet, she could understand the girl’s feelings.

Over the years, she has had many crushes beside her and Lawrence.

But there has never been a person who was 100% genuine and sincere like this girl.

Madeline found that this girl would follow all of Lawrence’s movements.

All of Lawrence’s every move was in her eyes.

Lawrence, even, became her entire faith in her high school career.

Looking at it, Madeline unconsciously got red eyes, “Brother, this girl really good, I really want to know who this girl is. Do you want to know?”

Lawrence hooked his lips shallowly, “I know who this is.”

Madeline’s eyes were full of curiosity, “Who is it?”

Lawrence did not speak, but silently opened a letter again and read it carefully –

“Hello, Lawrence, this is my letter to you, the twenty-second.”

“I know from other students that your favourite colour is black.”

“Actually, the colour I hate the most is black, but because of you, I suddenly realized that black is actually pretty.”

“Nowadays, when I see black, I feel close to it, and I even think of your face.”

“Lawrence, my favourite boy, you really don’t know how much I really like you.”

“I would even sacrifice everything and give up everything for you.”

“I passed you today again, but you didn’t notice me.”

“But even that makes me feel happy.”

“Lawrence, loving you is all I believe in, I am your faithful believer.”

After one letter was read, Lawrence moved on to the next one.

He began consciously to read the envelopes in the order in which they were presented.

Reading them in order, he could appreciate even more deeply the journey of the girl’s heart in liking him.

From love at first sight, to love, to deep love.

Each transition is as natural as the next.

And Madeline, at that moment, felt it all deeply.

Madeline once again could not help but open her mouth, “Brother, who is this ? I’m really curious.”

Lawrence put the letter back into the envelope, carefully placed in the hand, finished reading, neatly organized the pile of envelopes inside, “You have seen her.”

Madeline asked, “Who is it? Just tell me.”