The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

"Don't..."

Joey was thrilled by Allen's kisses and almost unable to stand. Then, she turned around, pushed Allen away, and said painfully, "Allen, we can't..." Allen was unexpected and stepped back.

Looking at Joey bitterly, Allen restrained his lust and said in rustiness, "I won't force you, never. Just leave now, I will be fine after taking a shower." Then he took back the gaze and turned around.

Only God knew how attractive Joey was to him, but the resistance deep down into Joey's heart hurt him so much. For a man, it was fatal than any word. It turned out that they had changed so much in these four years.

Joey looked at the back of Allen, which was shaking because of the restraint. She was supposed to leave once and for all, but she couldn't step away.

She hoped so much to follow her heart and hold him from the back, placing her ear on his vest, listening to his heartbeat, and feeling his body temperature just like she used to be. But regretfully, she had no place to do so now. In the beginning, she knew nothing, and didn't know it was wrong.

But now, she knew everything. How could she continue to be wrong?

At this moment, she was reminded of Martha.

Suddenly, she started to envy this girl, who could pursue her love without caring about the judgments from people.

What would Martha do in such a case?

Joey wanted to know so much.

Now, she realized that it required courage to pursue love.

But she flinched when facing morality and ethics.

She was conservative, in nature.

And this night, would be suffering.

Allen was still drenching himself with cold water, and Joey was still watching him. Allen was suffering physically, and Joey was suffering mentally.

They were so close to each other, but so far away from each other.

After the shower, Allen calmed himself down, but he felt heater and heater. Due to the long, cold shower and the side effect of the drug, he had a fever...

In the early morning with a cold breeze, Joey went back to the hotel in exhaustion.

Opening the door, Joey was stunned.

It was Philip who sat on the sofa, frowning, and smoking cigarettes. On the desk, it was an ashtray filled with butts. He must be waiting for her the whole night.

Joey felt guilty and heartache. Philp was not a smoker, but now he had smoked so much because of his anxiety of the long waiting.

"Philp!"

Joey approached him gently and whispered.

It seemed that he had heard Joey opening the door already. He was not surprised by her return and continued to smoke with his head down. But he sucked so hard that the smoke ran into his throat, causing a racking cough. Joey brought a cup of water for him in a hurry, like a child knowing she had done something wrong, and handed it to Philip carefully, "Here, drink some water."

Philip looked up and glanced at Joey, but didn't take the cup from her.

That glance was filled with pain, sorrow, and helplessness.

Without a word, Philip stood up and walked outside of the door.

"Philip, last night I..."

Joey was trying to explain hastily.

"You don't need to explain to me."

Philip halted and raised his hand to stop her. "You don't need to do this. Your return has already made me relieved. I'm going to work."

Finishing the speaking, he walked out quickly.

"Philip..."

Joey went after him for a few steps, but eventually, she stood weakly in the middle of the house. She knew that Philip misunderstood her and thought she spent a night with Allen. But he didn't blame her at all!

"Oh, Philip, why are you so nice to me! You are so nice that I have already feel ashamed!"

Joey fell on the sofa. She closed her eyes and felt an acute headache.

After midnight, Allen was fainted because of the fever, and she brought him to the hospital. It was not Chance's hospital, of course. In no way would she trust Chance again. Then, she took care of him by his side the whole night, without taking a rest.

When the sun rose, she spent huge money in hiring a nursing worker for him and went back to the hotel. She really didn't want to face Allen when he awoke.

She didn't know what else she could talk to him.

What was the root of their affection? Love, or blood?

What was the affection between them? Lovers', or families'?

It drove her crazy.

Coming back for a long time, she had a stroke out many times, and knocked down so many people, but she had never felt tired as this time, having no strength the open her eyes!000000