Chapter 152 Those Who Dont Like Me Should Die (1/2)

”... Thank...thank you very much.” The girl was almost frightened to tears by Jack's instant change in facial expression. Feeling threatened, she put her cellphone in her pocket and immediately stayed far away from both Jack and Emily.

Emily took a short glance at Jack. Her convoluted expression was starting to appear more clearly. After waiting for long period of time, she said,”Jack, I don't know what your real purpose is, and I don't want to know it. It's true that you saved me at the risk of your own life, and I am really grateful for that. If it were not for you, I would have died. So no matter what happened before, I no longer hold any grudges against you in any way, but that is the biggest concession I can make. I don't think I can ever bring myself to forgive you.

Of course, in the future, If you need any help, I will do my best to help you.”

”But I don't want anything, except you,” said Jack. Jack looked at Emily's face helplessly, as the emotions brewed in his eyes like a tornado. He said,”My only purpose in life now is to hope that you can forgive me and give me one chance.”

”No way,” refused Emily.

”I will not give up,” Jack persisted.

Emily quietly took two steps back. She didn't see the point in continuing with the conversation any longer.

When train arrived at the station of their company, Emily took the initiative to get out first, in order to avoid Jack.

Jack's eyebrows furrowed with a trace of gloom, as he watched Emily disappear into the distance. Slowly he smiled, and sighed with profound resignation.

'I don't care how long it takes. Emily, I will remind you how good we used to be together. If you don't care about me, then why did you cry for me that night?'

Nothing happened at work the whole morning, until Emily received a telephone call from the receptionist, telling her that there was something she needed to sign for. Without thinking too much, she made her way downstairs, but she was pleasantly surprised to find out that someone had sent her a big bouquet of red roses.

No woman disliked flowers, unless they were allergic to pollen, and Emily was no exception.

”Is this really for me?” she asked.