The Love of the Widower
Chapter Fifteen

Happy Reading's.

Little POV.

"Darling, it seems like I have to leave immediately, there is a sudden interest," Vincent kissed my lips briefly.

"Hm ...!" Answer me lazily.

I don't know what it was, but there was a sense of dislike in my heart when I saw Vincent go to see another woman.

Ah, nevermind! I should also get ready soon.

Today I have to go to my showroom which is still intact has not been burned, yes I have two large showrooms. So my treasure is one, because all my precious assets are burned to the ground by Emira's men.

I never thought that Emira was that good to me, that we were friends, even so close. Everything I have, he has it too. If I go anywhere, he'll always be there. Emira seems to love me so much. I also love him, we always exchange stories about who the man likes. I used to tell Emira about Vincent, that I loved that guy so much.

Oh, yeah I haven't told you yet that introducing me to Vincent is Emira. I think Emira only thought of Vincent as a friend, until Vincent and I became so close and we often walked together.

Huh, I didn't expect that the woman stabbed me in the back, deliberately setting Vincent up to get him pregnant. Emira manages to get Vincent's body but not his heart.

That's what Vincent told me, about the reason why he chose to marry Emira, not just because of her pregnancy but because the woman promised to help Vincent by paying his debts.

Cih, sneaky woman. Look he's really psychop*t, burning my car showroom just because Vincent came back to me. He even hired people to hurt me. He was once, when all this time I had never done evil to him, but why Emira was so bad to me.

"Good morning Miss Lita," the voice of the apartment security officer greeted me.

"Good morning Jorge, how are you?"

"I'm good, Miss. Are you going out today? I'm sorry to hear the news, Miss," Jorge said.

"It's okay, Jorge. Everything was handled by the police. Then I'll go first, during the morning."

"Be careful Miss, have a nice day!"

After saying goodbye to Jorge, I went straight into my car parked in the basement.

This morning Vincent was gone because he was going to meet a woman, who he said was his client. I can see the name on Vincent's phone screen, his name is Abigail.

Even Vincent told me who Abigail was, but I didn't care. Even so I'm actually curious about Abigail. Why try early in the morning have contacted Vincent many times. If it wasn't important for sure the woman wouldn't have insisted on contacting Vincent in the morning.

Huh, why do I think about Vincent meeting that woman named Abigail.

I decided to focus on the highway in front of me. I wouldn't think about Vincent with another woman.

Approximately 30 minutes, I have arrived at my car showroom, it turns out there Mark who is carrying a tab in his hand.

"Good morning mark!"

Mark turned his head and was probably a little surprised that I suddenly came to the showroom.

"Good morning, Miss!"

Is it just my feelings, or because of other factors. I felt like Mark was a little weird, like he was hiding something from me.

Seriate.