Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 365: Looking at Two People with Normal Faces
With a suit jacket in hand, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he is tall and well-proportioned.
Ambrose.
Ambrose saw Jackson and came over, pausing.
“To pick up Alva?”
Ambrose spoke first.
There was a smile on his face, and he looked the same.
Jackson looked at him, his face unchanged. “Well, if I don’t pick her up, she doesn’t know how late she’ll be working.”
“Alva is like that. When she works, she forgets everything.”
“So if possible, I hope Ambrose will send her two assistants to help her.”
‘She’s not well,’ he said after a pause. ‘As her husband, I don’t want her to be too tired, but I can’t do anything about her
temperament, so I’ll have to trouble Ambrose.’
Ambrose thought for a moment and said, “Yes, my employee, I don’t want her to wear herself out for work either.”
“Thank you Ambrose.”
“No need.”
“Jackson.”
Alva came over, saw Jackson and Ambrose, walked over, then looked at Ambrose, “Ambrose.”
Ambrose nodded, “You talk, I go back first.”
“Good,” said Hermione.
“Don’t work too late or Mr.Howard will get in trouble with me.”

Say it as a joke.
Alva looked at Jackson and smiled sheepishly. “Good.”
As Ambrose left, Jackson took her hand and said. “How long are you going to be busy today?”
How late can she stay, he asked?
‘It’s less than eight o ‘clock, is that all right?
“Yes.”
They ate, Alva cleaned up the desk, and they went back.
When I got home, it was exactly eight o ‘clock.
When candy sees Alva coming back, she runs very fast, hugs Alva’s legs and barks.
candy was less resistant to Jackson these days.
But while they don’t reject it, they don’t like it.
So, among candy, Alva is still number one.
Alva leaned over and picked him up, “Okay, stop screaming, you’re so loud, you’ll disturb the others.” I get angry when you
disturb others.”
Alva pretended to be serious, but her eyes were full of tenderness.
She likes candy very much.
Jackson puts the object down and watches Alva tease candy, who enthusiastically licks her and moves in her arms.
Her chubby body looked unsteady as it was held in her thin arms.
Jackson came, took candy out of her arms, and put her on the ground.
Alva froze.
candy barked, not happy that Jackson had taken her down.

“You can’t help it,” Jackson said. “You’re too fat for her to carry you.”
Alva curved lips.
He was afraid she would fall.
candy did put on weight.
But candy wouldn’t listen to that. She wanted Alva to hold her.
Standing on the ground barking and jumping at Alva.
Alva, helpless, squatted down, grabbed his two front legs and said, “Don’t bark, don’t bark, be good, I’m really angry if you don’t
behave.”
She squatted down, and candy kept pushing into her arms, and Alva was helpless.
Worthy of the name she married it, candy.
Jackson went to the kitchen and looked at the soup, which had been simmering.
It’s been simmering for a few hours, and now it’s almost done.
He took the bowl, filled it, and brought it out.
Alva carries candy to the couch and plays with candy on the couch.
Jackson came out with the soup, and she smelled it at once.
candy smelled it, too.
Even faster than her, with her neck stretched out.
Alva laughed when she saw him.
“You smell it, too?”
candy purred twice, wanting to go and not wanting to go.
Alva put it on the ground and walked over.

‘What is it?
It smells so good.
Jackson looked at her, eyes doting. “Go wash your hands.”
“Good,” said Hermione.
Alva washed her hands and the soup was on the table. Jackson sat next to her.
Saw her coming, got up and helped her pull the chair away.
Alva curved her lips. “Thank you.”
Sit down.
“Try it,” Jackson said.
“Good,” said Hermione.
Alva picked up the spoon and spooned it. It tasted sweet and not
greasy.
Tasty.
She scooped in the bowl and pulled out a few pieces of meat.
It’s just that the meat doesn’t look like usual.
Alva asked, “What kind of meat is this? It looks like chicken, but it doesn’t.”
“Pigeon.”
“Pigeon?”
Alva was surprised.
“Well, this is very good, you eat more.”

Made just for her.
Alva put down her spoon and looked at Jackson. “Jackson, thank you.”
She suddenly said it so seriously, her eyes were grateful.
“I don’t think about anything right now but getting better,” Jackson said softly, tucking the hair behind her ear.
He was always worried about her being so thin.
“Well, I’ll finish your soup tonight.”
“Well, then you really have to work hard.”
Alva lowered her head to drink soup. She felt warm in a bowl of soup.
Jackson went to the kitchen to fill it for her, and she followed.
But two steps later, the phone rang.