How to Get a Wife

Chapter 53 Didn't Take Care Of Herself

Watching Wilson getting on the car and leaving with a woman, Joanna didn't know how she was feeling.

Why did he stay with a strange woman? Who is that woman?

"Joanna, what's wrong with you? Come on in. Miller is already there." As soon as Rita parked the car, she saw Joanna standing behind the big vase in the hall with a disappointed look on her face.

"Oh, nothing." She held Rita's arm and walked towards the dining room. A smile appeared on her face, but the sadness in her heart couldn't be concealed.

'He already had a girlfriend, but I was still unwilling to let him go.

Oh, I'm so vulnerable. '.

Rita also saw Wilson and Linda who was with him. Rita knew some rich girls, and Linda had a good reputation. Any parents would be in praise of her, so she was well known.

"Joanna, you still love Wilson, don't you?" Rita couldn't help asking at dinner.

"I..." Not knowing how to answer her question, she had to keep silent.

"Joanna, what's going on between you and Wilson?" Miller was also worried for Joanna. Judging from Joanna's attitude, he knew that Wilson had been really kind to her in the past. But why did he become so different after he got memories back?

"I don't know either. It turns out that he has a reason. He has a girlfriend, and of course he has to draw a clear line with other women, doesn't he?" She could see the sadness in Joanna's eyes. "In fact, I'm quite open-minded. I used to think that he hates me. Now I finally know that I am not disliked, just because he has a new life."

"Joanna..." Rita looked at Joanna worriedly.

"Well, stop talking about these things. Today is the day to celebrate my success."

Looking at the reluctant smile on Joanna's face, Rita and Miller shook their heads at the same time.

When Joanna came back home in the evening, she felt a little dizzy, but she was not unconscious.

As soon as she got home, Little excitedly ran over and held her legs, barking.

Joanna squatted down and picked it up. She rubbed it against her face and sat down on the sofa. "Little. It's so late. Why are you still so excited?"

The dogs, however, didn't understand human language and kept jumping on Joanna.

"Do you think I take myself too seriously?" Joanna's eyes were glazed when she looked at Little.

"I saved him by chance. Do I still want him to spend the rest of his life with me?" Tears began rolling down her cheeks.

Her mind flashed back to the scenes of that month. Wilson pouted his lips and acted like a spoiled child. He behaved so cautiously after he made her angry. Moreover, he took good care of her and read a medical book for her to recuperate her body.

Everything was gone.

Why does my heart ache?

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After crying for a long time, Joanna fell asleep on the sofa. Little finally quieted down and slept beside his master.

Early next morning, Joanna found that there was something wrong with herself. She was weak all over and her throat was very uncomfortable. It was the symptoms of illness.

After pondering for a while, she decided not to ask for leave. So she took some medicine and went to the company.

"Joanna, what's wrong with you? You don't look well. " As soon as Joanna arrived at the company, Cara found something wrong with her. She must be ill, but she insisted on coming here.

"I'm fine. It's just a small cold. I'll get better after taking some medicine." Joanna smiled at Cara. She didn't want Cara to worry about her, but she didn't expect her smile to be worse than crying.

"Just sit down and have a rest. I feel you are on the verge of collapse." Cara hurried to ask Joanna to sit down, for fear that she would fall in front of her the next second. "Well, if you have anything to do, you can ask me for help, don't bear it alone."

"Well, I see. You'd better go back and do what you should do." Joanna turned away Cara and then rubbed her swollen temple.

Although she felt a little sad, she could bear it.

Since the training program that Joanna was responsible for passed smoothly before, the meeting was planned in the afternoon. As the person in charge of the whole event, of course she would attend.

"Joanna, you can ask for leave if you feel sick. Don't hang on." Cara looked at Joanna worriedly. She didn't look good.

"I'm much better now. Don't worry about me. I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. Bye!" Joanna picked up her stuff and left the office in a hurry.

By the time she reached the meeting room, Wilson was already there. "Are the documents all prepared?"

"Yes, Mr. Wilson. Everything is ready."

Joanna went through the documents again carefully. Now that her ability had been shown, she should be very happy. She couldn't waste her future because of her little cold.

Getting rid of the discomfort in her mind, she cheered herself up.

"She is the person in charge of the training plan." Wilson introduced Joanna to the directors.

"Miss Joanna, why did you plan the training? Could you tell us your reasons?" One of the directors said.

"Okay." Joanna explained her ideas with a smile on her face. Wilson was so surprised at Joanna's calmness.

Even some cunning board members nodded their heads frequently. As for Joanna, she could calmly answer their questions.

In the solemn atmosphere of the meeting, only Wilson, who was absent-minded, was staring at Joanna.

Is she... sick?

Why was her face so pale and her voice so hoarse? Even her lips were dry and cracked.

She had been coughing and licking her dry lips while others were reading the document.

Her throat must hurt too, so she spoke every word carefully without being noticed.

Why does she still come to work? Doesn't she have a good rest at home?

Does she only know how to look after others but not herself?'

"I have finished my words." As soon as Joanna finished her words, a round of applause broke out in the meeting room.

Wilson finally came back to his senses.

"This training will be very successful." Encouraged by the directors around her, she felt less tired.

It was not until then that Joanna had understood how it felt to be affirmed.