The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

The next morning, Allen sent Joey back to the hotel.

Philip thought that Joey was resting in her previous house. When he saw Allen who sent her back, he froze.

Joey walked in with her head lowered, not daring to meet Philip's gaze.

Under the nose of Allen, Philip did not want to question Joey and soon recovered his expression. But when he was going to close the door, Allen stopped him. "I've already booked another room for you. From today onwards, Joey will live alone in Room 508."

With this, Allen handed Philip a key. It was Room 411, which was in another floor.

Philip frowned and turned to look at Joey. He wanted to know whose idea it was, Allen's or Joey's?

Joey avoided his gaze and kept silent.

But her silence had showed her attitude.

Philip raised his head, feeling extremely bitter. He took over the key and said to Allen, "I need to pack up my things. Are you going to keep an eye on me?" Allen shrugged and replied, "Alright, take your time. However, you only have 15 minutes. After 15 minutes, we will set off for the next site." "Thank you for the reminder!"

Philip replied with a smile. Then, he slammed the door shut and left Allen outside alone.

Joey was frightened by the slam. She lowered her head and sat on the corner of the sofa, looking like a child who had made mistakes.

Seeing her nervous and uneasy, Philip suddenly realized that his actions had somewhat gone too far. However, he couldn't force a smile to comfort her.

After standing still for a while, Philip said, "You have been ... reconciled?"

"No."

Joey hurried to shake her head.

Not until now did Philip feel somewhat relieved. He sighed and sat down opposite Joey, "No need to be stressful. I won't stop you from reconciling with him. I said I would respect you. But I still have something to say. I don't think you should forgive him so easily. If he doesn't pay the price, he will never cherish you. So, if you really want to reconcile with him, wait until everything is settled!"

Joey slowly raised her head and gazed at Philip with gratitude, "I see. Besides, thank you."

In this life, the last person she wanted to hurt was Philip. However, the god of destiny made fools of the people....

Fifteen minutes later.

Philip had packed up and moved to his room. Then, he got on Allen's car with Joey. They were going to set off for the next site.

Just as Allen was about to start the car, his phone rang. It was his mother, Paige. He answered with eyebrows knitted.

Unexpectedly, his face changed drastically only after a few seconds. In anxiety, he hung up the phone and looked at Joey somewhat embarrassedly, "Lillian's hand was seriously scalded by the boiling water, so I have to rush to the hospital. I'll ask Ms. Carol to accompany you."

Joey was filled with all sorts of feelings. The reality forced her to realize that the Allen was no longer a single man he used to be. He now had a wife and a daughter. He had his own family. He had no choice but to abandon her when a call was made from his family. "Alright. I happened to have another matter to deal with. We'll make an appointment another day."

Before she finished her sentence, Joey opened the car door and got off.

Philip naturally followed her.

"Joey...."

Allen called her in embarrassment. However, on the phone, his mother said that Lillian was severely scalded. Her entire left arm was swollen and the skin almost sloughed away. She had fallen into a coma when sending to the hospital. She was only three years old. Heavens!

If he, the father of Lillian, was still wasting time here, he was totally a bastard.

"Joey, I will certainly keep my promise. Give me time. Now, I have to go. After all, the child is innocent."

Allen explained and then hit the gas pedal to rush towards Chance's hospital.

Lillian was sent to Chance's hospital.

Gazing at the leaving car, Joey suddenly felt weepy. Although she knew that she shouldn't be jealous of a child, she just felt extremely sad.

Raising her head and widening her eyes, Joey didn't want herself to shed tears.

Philip put an arm gently around her shoulder and said in a deep voice, "You are becoming soft-hearted. You will fail in revenge if you continue to be like this."

Philip knew that he should say something else to comfort her at this moment. For example, "If you want to cry, I'll lend you my shoulder." However, he changed his mind as he opened his mouth. Because he wanted Joey to remember her goals and objectives and not fall into the pain she had experienced before. Whether she would be moved by his consideration and tender was not important anymore.