Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 647 Heartbroken

It was a beautiful day today. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. The sunshine fell on the car through the gaps in the leaves. For the sake of safety, Finnley did not drive fast. He honked carefully at every corner and reminded Mya, "Remember, when you drive, you should slow down when you turn, and you must honk in advance.”

"Okay, I'll bear it in mind." Mya smiled at him. She was grateful for his taking her out.

To avoid boredom along the journey, Finnley chose a song to play... "Is your injury better?"

The two asked the same question at the same time, both turning to look at each other.

Then came a moment of silence.

Mya smiled, "My injury is not worth to be mentioned!" She raised her finger and pulled off the Band-Aid, "It's just a little bit of scratch.”

“But it's something new for you, isn't it?" Finnley said, "You are the mayor's daughter, a little bit of scratch is not a small issue.”

"Don’t make fun of me! I am not that dramatic.” She smiled, "Let's worry about you, will your wound hurt if you sit like this for two hours or so?" "The wound has healed. Didn't you see it last night?" His tone was relaxed. "Don’t worry about me. And don't blame yourself."

“I am not going to blame myself! I didn’t ask you to save me!" She stretched her hand out of the window to catch the sunlight, as happy as a child...

Last night, she googled the Roxy Waterfall and was deeply attracted by the scenery.

At this time, in front of the wooden house downstream of the waterfall. In front of the barbecue booth, two waitresses were grilling food. The air was full of the strong smell of meat.

"Wow! The meat is ready! I am going to have a try!"

“It smells so good!"

"Lettuce is much tastier than cucumber!”

"Are we having a barbecue because Mr. Russell is coming over?" A female designer smiled, “We didn’t have it yesterday.”

"Right!" The waitress smiled, "We don’t have much food choice in the mountains except barbecue."

Another female designer came over and asked with bright eyes, "Will he really come?"

"Sure, they should be on their way."

Some people have expectations and joy written all over their faces. Not far away, smoke was rising from the bamboo forest. Someone wrapped sweet potatoes in tin foil and buried them in the soil one by one. They were roasting sweet potatoes and corn.

Someone picked up dried bamboo sticks and dry leaves... Life there seemed to be primitive.

To welcome Finnley, they are doing their part.

“Does Mr. Russell have a girlfriend?" Someone had a question.

"No idea! But I have never seen any girl with him. He seems to be alone all the time."

“Maybe his girlfriend doesn’t work in our company.”

"He can easily find a position for his girlfriend in our company. Isn't it good to be together every day? They could go home together after work.

“I heard he is kind of a trust fund kid, you know." Someone said softly, "His family owns companies.”

“Seriously?” Someone was surprised, "Where did you hear that from? Then why doesn’t he go back and be the boss?"

“I'm not sure. It's just some gossip.”

“If it's true, why would he work for other people?” “If I were him, I would go home.”

“You are not him. So, who knows?"

While chatting, people a white Maybach came into view, and soon parked in the parking lot next to the wooden house.

Several female designers hurriedly checked if they looked alright. The way the smiled looked a little bit deliberate. It was always exciting to see their crush.

Yet when the car door opened, they saw a girl get out of the car with Finnley...

Their hearts broke in an instant.

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