Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Chapter 037 You have a Crush on her

It was nearly noon when Rosemary got home. She went upstairs, cleaned herself up, put on some

fresh clothes and went downstairs to see The Old Mrs. Grant.

“Madam, the old lady wants you to come.” Said the servant respectfully.

Rosemary smiled at the maid and said, “Got it. I’m going.”

Rosemary came to The Old Mrs. Grant’s house and found her resting on a couch. She stepped forward

and called sweetly, “Grandma, are you looking for me?”

Hearing it was Rosemary, the old lady heard said with a smile on her face, “Can’t I call you for no

reason?”

“Of course you can! You can call me every day as long as you like,” Rosemary said.

“You always make me happy. I heard you went on an outing with your classmates and Edmund

yesterday. Was that right?” The old lady laughed.

Rosemary sat down on the couch next to her and said softly, “Yes. I made a deal with my classmates

the other day. Then Edmund heard that we were going on a field trip and was worried that it would be

unsafe for us girls to go, so he went with us.”

The old lady stroked Rosemary’s hair and said: “It’s good to go outside and have fun instead of doing

nothing at home. I love watching you guys have fun.”

Rosemary’s head rested gently on her lap. “Grandma, I’m going to be happy.” NôvelDrama.Org content.

Rosemary told the old lady about all the fun things they’d had on their field trip. Hearing this, The Old

Mrs. Grant felt so happy that she wished she could be younger and go to see it.

Rosemary stayed with her for a long time until she said she was tired and then went back to her room.

Beep…

Rosemary picked up the phone and put it to her ear, “Hello?”

“Rosemary, long time no see!” Daisy said with a smile on her face.

“What’s the matter?” Rosemary’s voice turned cold when she heard Daisy’s.

Daisy was in a good mood and said proudly, “Next Saturday is my engagement ceremony with John. I

have sent you the invitation by express. I am looking forward to your and Mr. Grant’s coming.”

Rosemary’s hand shook slightly. She clutched her phone tightly. “We’ll see! I’ll hang up if there’s

nothing else.”

Daisy sneered. “You’re not afraid to come, are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare? I’ll be there on time on Saturday.” Then Rosemary hung up the phone.

Seeing Daisy with John used to make her feel bad, but she didn’t feel that way anymore. She just

wanted Daisy to treat John well.

Rosemary sat by the bed. The large bedroom felt empty. She always felt that something was missing.

At some hotel.

Joseph Flower was wearing a handmade suit on his way to a private room. His long figure was

evocative, and his cool face was icy.

Edmund Johnson was sitting on the leather sofa in the private room. Glass after glass of red wine shot

down his throat. A drop of red wine trickled down his sexy Adam's Apple from the corner of his mouth,

adding a touch of evil to his handsome face.

Joseph Flower opened the door of the room and saw that. He grabbed Edmund’s glass and set it on

the table, then sat down gracefully on the other side of the sofa.

“What’s wrong?” Joseph Flower said coldly.

Edmund took one look at Joseph Flower and smiled. “Why did I have to protect her instead of you?”

Joseph Flower was surprised. The worst fears were realized.

“Do you have a crush on her?” Joseph Flower almost said it through gritted teeth.

Edmund Johnson did not answer him and chose to remain silent.

Joseph Flower grabbed Edmund by the collar and shouted, “How could you fall for her? Do you want to

repeat that tragedy?”

With that, he pushed him to the sofa, picked up the red wine on the table and drank it down.

Edmund threw himself on the sofa with a sneer. “Do you think I want to? I don’t want this either! But I

can’t control my feelings for her. Why didn’t I meet her first, or why didn’t I know her at all?”

The physical suffering was bearable, but the psychological suffering was more than he could bear.

With that, Edmund poured himself a glass of red wine and drank it, hoping to use alcohol to numb his

current pain.

Joseph looked at Edmund lying on the sofa and the memories of the past came back to him. It was

suffocating pain. He only hoped that his feelings would eventually be suppressed by himself, and that

no one else would know about it.

So the two of them drank one cup after another for a long time.

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The early morning sun shone like a golden ray on the trees, forming a speck of reflection on the carpet

of the room.

The people in the bed lay her hands on the silk sheets. Slowly her beautiful eyes opened, and a new

day had come.

Rosemary touched the spot next to her. There was no temperature, and a faint smell filled the air.

Why did she have these dreams at night when she came back to The Grant’s? It seemed that the

dreams of these two nights were not as clear as before, but she could clearly feel that someone had

held her all night.

Rosemary frowned. The depression in her heart was known only to herself.

After breakfast, Rosemary came to school. Their classes were almost over, and now they were almost

ready to go out to play.

Tina didn’t have a shuttle. She came by bus, so she came a little later than Rosemary.

“Rosemary.” Tina saw Rosemary sitting on the edge of the flower pool.

“Tina, did you finish what I told you?” Rosemary asked nervously.

Tina picked up the bag and shook it in front of Rosemary’s eyes. “All done. Now I’m returning it to its

rightful owner.” Then she handed the bag to Rosemary.

Rosemary took the bag in her hand and reprimanded, “Rightful owner? I don’t own it. I’m just holding

it.”

Tina looked at the bag in her hand and said, “Rosemary, when I took it to the dry cleaner yesterday, the

laundromat owner said it was designed by a designer and that none of her clothes are for sale.”

“No way! Sounds like you have to be very high up to wear it, right?” said Rosemary.

Tina said hesitantly, “I guess so. I don’t know who the owner is.”

Rosemary thought about it and finally sighed. She grabbed Tina’s shoulder and said, “Who cares? By

the time I get it back to him, it's not our problem anymore.”

“Well, you’re right! Let’s go. It’s time for class.” Then they walked to the classroom.

As Olivia Miller watched Rosemary return unharmed, a look of malice flashed through her eyes.