Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 73

Jolene turned and Bowen stood there.

He was wearing the dress she had brought over this morning.

Whether it is the style, fabric, or tailoring, it is very suitable for him.

Bowen walked over to her, and the other party recognized Bowen, and his tone softened immediately.

“Bowen…”

“How much? I’ll compensate you.”

“No, there’s no need, I’ll settle the bill with Assistant He!” The person in charge said quietly and quickly slipped away.

Jolene was still trying to figure out what to say to Bowen.

Say thank you, or what a coincidence?

Before he could figure it out, Bowen spoke up: “When did Jolene get into the position of being scolded by such a little person and can’t even lift her head?”

His tone of voice was always flat when he spoke.

No sarcasm or other emotions.

Jolene could only smile, but very dry.

All she could say was that she was unlucky to have Bowen see her like this.

“Bowen, you’re busy, I still have something to do.”

As she walked past him, Bowen grabbed her wrist.

“Sit down,” he half ordered.

There was a chair next to it, and Jolene had to sit down.

Bowen asked people to find the medicine cabinet. There were workers working here, and the medicine cabinet was always ready.

Jolene sat in a chair and watched as Bowen crouched in front of her to help her rinse the wound with hydrogen peroxide.

When hydrogen peroxide comes into contact with the wound, a lot of bubbles will pop up, and the pain will be heartbreaking.

Jolene’s hands hurt, but there was no expression on her face.

Bowen looked up at her, soaked up the hydrogen peroxide with cotton and wrapped the Band-Aid, and Jolene said, “I can do this myself.”

“Don’t get hurt if you have the ability.” He helped her wrap the Band-Aid, and then let go of her hand.

“Thank you for your concern, but…” She looked up and saw a few figures hanging behind the tree not far away. She knew that they were Viona’s people.

“Who did Viona kidnap in your family to scare you like

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this?” Bowen looked up amusingly, still squatting in front of her, one hand on Jolene’s knee, maybe she was tired and didn’t stand up.

“No, Bowen, you’re going to marry Miss Gellar, so don’t mess with me.”

“Smart Jolene.” Bowen sneered: “When I used to do things around me, I slid like a catfish and never let people

calculate, but now I am dominated by Viona to wipe the lotus root and feed the dog…”

“It’s not feeding the dog, it’s dripping the dog’s ears.” Jolene corrected.

Bowen laughed at her, half-squinting at her.

As night fell, there was a street lamp behind Jolene, and the orange light shrouded her body, dyeing her long dark hair a light orange.

From this point of view, Jolene has lost weight.

The cheeks are a little sunken and the eye sockets are deeper.

Jolene thought to herself, who am I in this mess because of?

Of course, she couldn’t say that. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Say less, her life will be better in the future.

In a daze, Bowen’s palm applied to her cheek.

He approached her and whispered, “Too skinny, not good- looking.”

When Bowen approached her, his breath was familiar.

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She was slightly startled and forgot to dodge immediately.

Just at this moment, she saw a figure appear under a big tree not far away.

She was wearing a white dress, with long hair flowing down, and stood upright, motionless.

Jolene wouldn’t be surprised if she slid over on her legs upright now.

Sometimes Viona is like a ghost, appearing everywhere.

She pushed Bowen’s hand away and leaned back.

In fact, when Jolene’s eyes looked behind him just now, Bowen knew it was Viona coming.

He neither got up nor turned, and even held Jolene’s ankle.

He saw her feet in high heels, the heels of which were worn

out.

He sighed in a low voice: “You walked too much today.”