Simp, Who Are You?

Chapter 10 The Stinging Mr. Torres

He picked up impatiently and said in a cold voice, "Contact tomorrow!"

At the end of the sentence, without waiting for Mila to reply, he hung up directly.

Got up, took a shower, and slept through the alcohol.

The Mila on the other end of the phone was completely frozen. In fact, when she came back to him,

she wasn't sure if he would remember her, and she wasn't sure if the text message she sent three

years ago, provoking his relationship with Isla, had any effect.

She disappeared for three years and changed her cell phone number. After learning that his

grandfather had died, she hurriedly used the new cell phone number and called him on his three-year-

old phone number, which he hadn't changed, and she was able to appear in front of him with ease.

Today he saw himself and heard himself say that Isla had driven himself to a remote village and

immediately turned iron.

Let himself out of the office for a while, and after two hours he came out and just said he was going

back to divorce Isla.

Mila was overjoyed, thinking that he must have done so because he liked himself and that he might be

his true love. But why is he so indifferent to his true love? Why does he speak to her in such an

impatient tone?

Mila's heart suddenly began to feel a little uneasy.

......

By the time Isla finished her drawing, it was eleven o'clock at night.

She first restored a drawing of the dolphin necklace design, and on that drawing, she made some re-

creations and added some elements to make it look a little more spiritual before she put down the pen

in her hand and also breathed a soft sigh of relief.

She is actually so anxious to draw a picture, there is a very important reason, because she is worried

that she has not drawn again for three years, will be raw hands, or even lost inspiration, can not draw. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

But the good thing is that although she has given up her dream for three years, her dream has not

given up on her.

When Emily saw that she had finished one, she said, "Isla, it's late.

Isla : "Well, good, it's time to go to bed, I have to get up early in the morning to do the divorce papers!"

Emily looked at her pretending to be on cloud nine and was a little distressed: "Are you going to sleep

in the next room, or are you going to sleep with me?"

Isla said, "Sleep with you, hurry up."

She thought she would not be able to sleep, only to have nightmares of Liam's thin-skinned

appearance all night long.

Emily woke up in the morning and looked at the tears in the corners of Isla's eyes, and all of a sudden

she was heartbroken.

Called out to her: "Isla!"

Isla opened her eyes, felt the wetness in the corner of her eyes, and remembered the dream she had

just had, wiped away her tears and met Emily's worried eyes.

Emily hugged her and patted her back, "Don't be sad, it'll pass, I'll go make you breakfast!"

Isla laughed, "Yes!"

Emily a go.

Isla calmed down, looked at her phone, and dialed Liam's number.

When the phone rings.

Liam had just woken up. As the president of Torres Group, he was busy with his company's business

every day, so he naturally had a biological clock to wake up early. After opening his eyes, he saw the

phone on the display, which read "Isla".

He immediately picked up the phone and Isla's nice voice came over the other side: "Mr. Torres."

Liam stiffened.

All her phone calls over the years, the opening is sweetly called husband, this time the "Mr. Torres",

distant as hell, but also let him feel a little harsh, the mood is inexplicably poor again up.