Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes

Chapter 25 When Will You Accept Me?

Jackson returned to the private room, and Alva looked at him. "You're back?"

"Yeah."

"Is there anything wrong? If there's something, you can go ahead."

After being gone for so long, she suspected that something had happened.

"It's nothing. I just ran into my friend and his wife," he replied.

"Oh, I see. I thought something was wrong," Alva said with a gentle smile.

Jackson looked at her smile, his gaze tender. "Do you know what I just told them?"

Alva looked puzzled. "What?"

"I asked them to join us for dinner."

A frozen smile appeared on Alva's face.

How could she not understand what Jackson meant?

Chuckling, Jackson burst into laughter. "I was just teasing you. Look at how scared you got, your face turned pale."

Alva breathed a sigh of relief. "You are scaring me."

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Saying that, she picked up a glass of water and took a sip.

Jackson looked at her fair face, her delicate skin as fragile as a bubble, and a touch of bitterness tainted his smiling lips.

It's been two years, Alva. When would you accept me?

After they finished their meal, Jackson escorted Alva back to Daven and then left.

Meanwhile, Uriah drove Bella back to the shooting location.

She had an advertisement to shoot later.

Bella was a famous model in the fashion industry. She had an impressive figure, exquisite facial features, and a strong presence. On the runway, she was the queen. At the same time, she was also a high-end fashion designer.

However, in the past two years, she had ventured into the entertainment industry, reducing her involvement in the fashion world.

Her status in the fashion industry remained unshakable.

Bella unbuckled her seatbelt and planted a kiss on Uriah's face. "You don't have to come pick me up tonight."

"Okay."

She got out of the car and walked inside.

Soon, the car drove away.

Bella paused, turned around to watch the departing car, and squinted her eyes.

Chapter 25 When

Uriah, I won't let you leave me.

Not long after Uriah's car drove away, his phone rang. He pressed the Bluetooth button. "Hello."

"President Irwin, Mr. Hancy's wife is organising a charity auction in three days. She has invited you to attend. Would you like to attend?"

"What's being auctioned?"

"I heard it's Mr. Claude's paintings."

"I'll accept the invitation."

"Alright."

Mr. Colt hung up and informed the other party that Uriah. would attend the charity auction in three days.

In fact, there were many charity auctions like this, but he didn't inform President Irwin about all of them. This time, it was because it was Mr. Zack's birthday, and Mr. Zack particularly loved the Mr. Claude's paintings.

President Irwin would go.

Upon returning to the company, Alva immediately became busy. However, it didn't take long for Frank to arrive and place an invitation on her desk.

"What's this?"

"Take a look."

Alva picked it up and opened it. June 11th, 6 PM, Saint Hotel,

Charity Auction Evening.

"Why are you giving this to me?" Alva closed the invitation card and handed it back to him, which the card she felt was redundant for her.

"On that day, you'll come with me," Frank said.

Alva couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated. "Frank, you know I don't like attending these events."

She was very busy.

She didn't have the time.

However, Frank insisted, "Even if you don't like it, you still have to go. There will be many people from the fashion industry that day. Don't you want to get to know them?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to get to know them; she just didn't like these kinds of occasions.

Frank knew what she was thinking. He leaned on the table and said seriously, "I know you prefer peace and quiet, but Alva, the higher you stand, the further you go, and more things you have to give up." Alva lowered her gaze and, after a few seconds said, "Alright, I'll go."

She actually didn't want to attend these events for another

reason.

She was afraid of running into Uriah.

But could she avoid him for a lifetime?

No, she couldn't.

She couldn't run away. She had to face it and accept it.

Whether she encountered him or not, she had to remain indifferent, just like that night.

Frank snapped his fingers. "That's the spirit. You are awesome, Alva!"