“Are you mute? Explain yourself! Why do you want to be with Larry? Why do you want to snatch him away from me?” Gabriella started to sob as she spoke.
There's no special reason. It's just because of love. Besides, Larry and I have a consensual relationship. I didn't force him to be with me.
With Gabriella's temperament, Joan did not see the point in talking any further. Hence, she decided not to continue the conversation and leave her alone. “Gabriella, you should have a rest. I'll be going now.” After saying this, Joan turned to leave.
Women are the most terrifying creatures in the world; they allow emotion to overrule logic.
As she saw her leaving, Gabriella shot out of her bed and held onto Joan's arm with a death grip, not allowing her to go. “Joan, don't go! Stop right there! You still owe me an explanation!”
Why did she become like this after getting knocked on the head? Joan thought to herself as she stared at her curiously, sighing.
Left with no choice, she told her straightforwardly, “Gabriella, what exactly do you want? I've explained everything to you. Larry and
I are truly in love with each other. And you're just a friend to him.”
How many times do I have to say this before she can finally understand? Love can't deforced. Everything is now set in stone. What is the point of dwelling over something that couldn't be undone? Can't she just live a peaceful life with everybody?
With crocodile tears falling down her cheeks,
Gabriella screamed, “Joan, I've always treated you like a sister. Why are you doing this to me?”
What a joke! Is she not afraid that karma would come after her when she said that? Treat me like a sister, huh? She tried to kill me and harm me countless times. Is that the correct way to treat a sister? How ridiculous.
“Okay, I understand. I still have other things to attend to, so I need to get going. Have a good rest here. Your maids will come here to take care of you soon.” Turning her back to her, Joan rolled her eyes in disdain and walked to the door.
This b*tch! Gabriella clenched her fists tightly as her gaze turned cold.
“Joan!” she screamed, taking a vase from the cardiac table and threw it at the back of Joan's head.
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