Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes

Chapter 381 So you have long regretted

Ambrose left, and Uriah remained standing behind the bar, his hand still holding the bottle.

Suddenly, the phone ding, like the frozen air was broken.

The stopped time finally ticked and began to pass normally.

Uriah put down the bottle.

There were five finger prints on the bottle.

Uriah lifted her eyes out of the window, dark eyes deep and calm.

Calm is not normal.

Alva goes back to the hotel.

As soon as she arrived at the hotel, she received a call from Jackson.

Seeing the name bouncing across the screen, Alva clenched her hand, pushed down her uncomfortable feelings, and swiped the answer button.

"Jackson."

"Alva, sorry, I've had a little problem here. I've just arrived in Italy."

As soon as he got off the plane, he saw her message and called right away.

"Yes, are you all right?"

"No, I'm fine."

"That's good."

She was relieved to hear that he had arrived safely in Italy.

Jackson looked at the time. It was past the end of the day. "Are you off work?"

"Off work, just arrived at the hotel."

Jackson laughed. "I know today."

"Well, we had a deal."

Listening to her soft voice, Jackson's heart softened.

"Keep it up."

"You too, we share the same encouragement."

"Good," said Hermione.

The two hang up and Alva goes back to the hotel.

Only when she got back to the hotel, she sat on the couch and stared.

She didn't know what to do when she was suddenly free.

Suddenly, she thought of something, looked outside the day, took the bag and mobile phone and went out.

Ambrose left the Uriah Hotel and returned to the company.

He didn't go home because he had some important work to do.

Ambrose went back to the main office, took the plan from his desk and went downstairs.

He needs to find Alva.

He wouldn't let her just give up.

He didn't agree.

The car soon stopped outside the apartment, but Ambrose realized that he didn't know what building Alva was living in, what floor of the apartment.

He picked up his cell phone and called the human resources department to check Alva's registered home address.

Hr quickly tracked it down and gave him the address.

But after hearing the address from HR, Ambrose frowned.

"Is it Building 5, Floor 16, 3089?"

"Yes, Ambrose."

Ambrose looked mixed.

Building Five, Floor 16, 3089. He was in this apartment.

Because Uriah owns the apartment.

Ambrose had a smile on his face.

Uriah, you've been regretting this.

Alva went to the mall, found a place that sold wool, and bought a few pairs of gray wool.

It looked like it was going to get cold, and now she had nothing to do and knitted a sweater for Jackson.

Alva paid and walked out of the mall.