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Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 347
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Chapter 347

“Ask him himself? He tried to commit suicide. How dare I ask him!” Mrs. Turner was both anxious and

angry. “How could a healthy person become like this?”

Anaya said lightly, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to work first.”

Mrs. Turner pointed at her nose and scolded, “Do you still have a heart? It’s your man lying inside. He’s

already like this. Do you still want to go to work?”

“If I don’t go to work.” Anaya said, “I won’t have the money to treat him. I won’t be able to pay the rent

and I won’t have any living expenses. Of course…” She looked at Sarita and said, “I won’t have the

money to lend it to Sarita.”

Sarita coughed and said, “Mom, now that Jared is asleep, it is useless for her to stay here. We are still

here, aren’t we? We can take care of Jared.”

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Mrs. Turner acted like she was driving away a plague. “Get out of here then.”

She had completely forgotten that this house was rented by Anaya.

Anaya entered the bathroom and looked at her haggard face in the mirror.

She looked so unfamiliar.

How could the person in the mirror be so unfamiliar to her?

She almost couldn’t remember what she looked like when she was in college. She should be much

more lovable than now. After all, there were people who loved her deeply at that time. She had a bright

future and indomitable courage.

Anaya faced the mirror and slowly tidied up her hair that had been messed up by Mrs. Turner. She

washed her face with cold water and stiffly pulled the corners of her mouth, trying to make her face look

less scary. However, when she laughed, she looked even scarier.

Anaya walked out of the bathroom and saw the calendar hanging on it.

It would be July soon.

“Alan!” Ariel put two pairs of shoes on the ground with great enthusiasm and asked Alan, “Which pair

do you think I would look better in when we propose a toast?”

Alan glanced at them and asked, “The ones on the left?”

“But I like the pair on the right,” Ariel said.

“Since you have made up your mind, why do you still ask me?” Alan smiled helplessly.

Ariel said, “I want you to have a sense of participation. Look, from the moment you prepared for the

wedding until now, you haven’t had a sense of participation. It’s as if you’re not the one getting

married.”

Alan said, “I’m not good at choosing these things. If I make you unhappy, I’m sorry.”

The smile on Ariel’s face slowly disappeared. She said, “Alan, I’m your fiancée, your future wife, and

also the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with. I’m not your client. You don’t have to be so polite.”

“I’m sorry.”

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Ariel pursed her lips and said coldly, “If you don’t want to marry me, you can say it directly.” “I…”

“Ariel.” Flora, Alan’s mother, came over, took Ariel’s arm, and said, “Alan has been like this since he

was a child. He doesn’t know how to talk. Don’t lower yourself to his level.”

Ariel was very obedient to her future mother–in–law. “Auntie, I don’t want to lose my temper with Alan,

but he…”

“Oh, I know.” Flora said with a smile, “I know my son’s temper. Don’t worry. It’s not that he doesn’t like

you. He is born like this. He doesn’t know how to speak sweet words or be considerate. After you get

married, you can teach him slowly.”

“He was definitely not like this when he was with Anaya.” Ariel glanced at Alan and said, “I have

inquired about them. In those years, they were in a relationship, and there were also posts on campus

talking about them. He bought her breakfast and accompanied her to attend classes… It doesn’t seem

like he’s inconsiderate.”