More than two months after Raymond returned to his country, Jill never once stepped out of the gate of Raymond's hillside villa! The repetitive thing she did every day was to clean and wipe the entire villa spotlessly. Occasionally, she would arrange flowers and place them in different places to make the entire villa more lively.
Qi Yala would definitely not blame Jill for this. She regarded her as half the owner. Jill felt unprecedented freedom here. Although this wasn't her home. But in this vast world, where was her home? If Raymond hadn't taken her in, where would she be wandering on the streets now?
So Raymond was as important to her as a savior! At least he enabled her to temporarily forget the pain and live a little more peacefully. But now Raymond has returned to Italy. She feels like she has lost the only driftwood, so she can only keep herself busy all day to avoid random thoughts.
The future is such a distant thing for Jill. For this reason, she doesn't even think about tomorrow. Besides, what's the difference between today and tomorrow for her! She is just living like a walking corpse, passing the time.
Raymond sometimes calls, always in the early morning, and it's just late at night in Italy.
"Is everything okay there?" Raymond asked on the other end of the phone. Actually, he wanted to ask if she was okay? But he didn't say it because he was afraid of scaring her.
"The same as before you returned to your country!" Because apart from arranging flowers, she hasn't changed anything. Even every item in his study and bedroom, she hasn't moved.
"Thank you!" Every time he called and heard her voice, he could feel happy because it meant she was still in the villa and hadn't left.
"I haven't done anything!" Jill said, so he didn't need to thank her! It should be her who says thank you. She is very grateful that he took her in.
"Take good care of yourself. I'm hanging up! Good morning!" He said good morning to Jill in the early morning in China in the late night in Italy. His time was synchronized with hers.
"Good night!" Jill said with a faint smile because she knew it was late at night in Italy at this time.
At the Ji family,
Ji En came back reeking of alcohol. He even had problems walking. Finally, with Zhang Xiao's support, he managed to return to his bedroom with difficulty.
"You can go down now!" After Ouyang Xue followed in, she said to Zhang Xiao. She didn't even have basic etiquette and directly ordered Zhang Xiao as if treating a servant.
Zhang Xiao took a look at Ji En, who was lying on the bed dead drunk, and was still a little worried.
"Did you hear what I said at all!" Ouyang Xue urged impatiently.
Zhang Xiao said nothing and turned to leave Ji En's bedroom.
After Zhang Xiao left, Ouyang Xue closed the door and turned around to hear what Ji En was saying.
"Ai'er - Ai'er -" Ji En was saying drunk words, calling for Jill all the time. This sounded even more grating to Ouyang Xue, and a crazy conspiracy formed in her mind.
She began to undress Ji En...