Love Me Harder, Husband ✓

51-60) We're just strangers in the future

　51)
　　 Who is his sweetheart!!! What a glib playboy!
　　 However, considering that Lewis Williams has not ordered any wine yet, she doesn't intend to find him to settle accounts now. For gold owners, she needs to be a little gentle.
　　With the wine list, Jasmine walks to his with smile.
　　"Mr. Williams, would you like a bottle of wine just airlifted from the French Red Chateau Bordeaux today?" Jasmine Jones softens her voice, with a slightly delicate voice. "A person like you must value quality, right? Only this wine can match your identity."
　　"What a sweet mouth!" Lewis Williams picks up his eyebrows and laughs, "Since you recommend it so, order two bottles! Except for this, other drinks, you look what you want."
　　"Yes!" Jasmine Jones can't help smiling.
　　In her heart, joy blossoms.
　　A bottle of Bordeaux wine is $18,000, two bottles are $36,000, plus other drinks, and she can get nearly $2,000 commissions.
　　Jasmine Jones roughly counts the number of people in the balcony, silently arranging the number of drinks in her heart, she has a sense of discretion, will not let themselves earn less, will not rely on acquaintance to make Lewis Williams a big grievance.
　　Before getting up and leaving, Jasmine feels Lewis pinch her waist and stares at him in pamper.
　　He raises his eyes and smiles wickedly. "Come with me tonight?"
　　"Two nights I promised before?" Jasmine hasn't forgotten that she still owes Lewis Williams.
　　"Oh, you woman, do you still remember?"
　　"Of course, I remember."
　　Lewis Williams laughs. "Well, it's nice."
　　There is no sense of repentance on him.
　　 Jasmine Jones is wordless.
　　She also smiles, and raises her foot and steps on Lewis Williams. She looks at him grinning with pain, but is embarrassed to call out. She plucks her hair and leaves the balcony.
　　Just out of the door, Jasmine Jones meets Dylan White.
　　She rolls her eyes, only feel disgusted.
　　"You are so haunted! Now entangling with Mr. Williams, you don't care about Mr. Johnson? You are such a woman, as Aimee said, without any sense of shame, just looking out to lose the face of the Jones Family!"
　　As soon as Dylan White sees her, she steps back and looks at her warily, as if she is carrying a high-risk virus.
　　"Now that you know I'm working here, you don't want to see me. Why don't you come and play with Mr. Williams? In order to make up with the Williams Family, you are really patient and great."
　　Dylan White says, "Mr. Lewis and I are brothers. That's not what you said to butter up."
　　"Since it's not fawning, why doesn't the White Family depend on Lewis Williams's relationship to get the project? If they are so ambitious, how can you find Lewis like a begging dog?"
　　"You..." Dylan White is wordless in angry and stares at Jasmine Jones straightly. "I don't talk to a woman like you, what an evil woman!"
　　"Just like that, I don't want to talk to you, such a little soft man who is weak in the bed."
　　Dylan White clenches his hands into fists tightly, and his extraordinary face is full of anger.
　　The angrier he is, the happier Jasmine Jones is.
　　She hasn't forgotten the taunt for Dylan White, and has no intention of letting him go generously.
　　Dylan White wants to say something more, but he doesn't want to give her another right to open his mouth. He turns around and goes away without paying attention to her at all.
　　She has so many things to do that she doesn't want to waste time fighting with this man.
　　When delivering wine to the Moon balcony, Jasmine Jones inevitably meets Dylan White again. He looks at her badly and she is too lazy to fight with him.
　　Actually, she is worried that Dylan White would tell Aimee Jones about her work in the Heavenly palace. If Aimee Jones knows about it, she might threaten her with it, or continue to smear her. It would be very difficult for her to do this job. What she doesn't expect is that Dylan White doesn't say anything
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　　Jasmine doesn't interfere with his, and she is happy and relaxed.
　　Work in Heavenly Palace, from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m.
　　Seeing that it is almost two o'clock, Jasmine rubs his calves and plans to go to the cloakroom to change her clothes and leave. But she sees that Angela comes over with a gloomy face with a little unhappy.
　　"What's wrong with you?" Jasmine Jones asks.
　　"Not your good gold owner?" Angela throws her bag into the wardrobe in anger.
　　"Mr. Williams?" Jasmine frowns. "What happened to you?"
　　She thinks that although Lewis is a playboy, he would not do such a thing to force woman.
　　"He has nothing to do with me, just to keep up with you like a jade!" Angela's eyes twinkling and says, "I advise you to go and see him. He's drunk now. He refuses to anyone to take him back. He's all set on shouting your name there!"
　　"Call my name?"
　　"Call you your real name!"
　　 Gosh! Come on!
　　Regardless of what Angela saying, Jasmine closes the wardrobe door and rushes out.
　　She doesn't want people to know what she's doing here. If Lewis's shouting is well known, she's really worried about what trouble it might cause. What's the fool of Lewis Williams who can't drink so much? Look how she tidies him up!
　　She walks so fast that she doesn't see a trace of intolerance in Angela's eyes standing in the dressing room. But in the blink of an eye, Angela's face is charming again. The trace of intolerance disappeared in an instant, and it is like an illusion.
　　...
　　She rushes to the Moon Balcony, and Jasmine pushes the door in, only to find it quiet.
　　There is no one left, and the lights went out.
　　It's dark.
　　What's the matter?
　　Jasmine is about to ask Angela what happened. Before turning around, she is covered in her mouth by a wet handkerchief. The sharp prick sticks into her arm. What cold liquid is pushed into her blood vessel.
　　She stares her eyes, trying to resist, but the strange fragrance from her handkerchief makes her soft and falls unconsciously toward the ground.
　　 Who!!!
　　Lying on the cold ground, Jasmine Jones's heart is chilling one after another.
　　Things have gone so smoothly recently that she has relaxed her guard a little. Now... Who set up the plan? And what do that people want to treat her?
　　Not daring to pass out, Jasmine bites her tongue heavily. The severe pain makes her wake up for a while. Unfortunately, this short awakening couldn't withstand the strong effect of the drug, gradually, she couldn't support it.
　　She unwillingly closes her eyes.