Chapter 94 Your Choice

When Bane woke up, the pain in her body made her nearly faint.

She lay there for a long time and could not help cursing: "Rascal! Son of a bitch!"

He looked around and saw that Bert had left, but the smell of ambiguity was still in the room.

Her face turned red and white, and at last she gave the bed a hard hammer.

It's no one's fault, it's her own choice.

Bane gave a wry smile.

As soon as Bane walks out, Norton and Sophie want to jump on her.

If Norton and Sophie had thrown themselves at her, she would have fallen.

Fortunately, Myron pulled out his age - unmatched speed and held it one in each hand.

Norton is puzzled. "Uncle Ron, what did you stop me for?"

"Miss is a little under the weather today," explained Myron, his face gentle. "Little gentlemen and little ladies don't rush through like that, and she'll be very upset if the etiquette teacher finds out."

At the mention of the etiquette teacher, Norton and Sophie immediately straighten up.

The class they hate the most is etiquette class.

Bane's mind was relieved, but she was embarrassed because she could see that Myron knew why.

For a while, she did not know how to place herself...

Sophie's little face was full of worry. "Mom! What's the matter with you? Let the doctor come and see you."

Norton quickly says, "Mom! Are you looking pale because you didn't sleep well? When father left, asked us not to disturb you, mother where you uncomfortable ah?"

At the mention of Bert, Bane's face turned very sour, and she tried to pretend she was all right. "I feel dizzy today," she said, "so I won't cook if I want to have a rest."

"It's all right, Uncle Ron'll get the cook over! I'll definitely try to eat as much as I can."

Norton was there to promise.

Sophie smiled, too, and then said, "Go and rest, Mom. Go back to your room and get some sleep."

Bane, overwhelmed by Norton's and Sophie's innocent glances, glides back to his room.

No sooner had she entered the room than she heard the ringing of the mobile phone.

When she saw what was on the screen, she wanted to throw the phone away. She pushed down her disgust and pressed the answer.

Bert's deep voice came over the line.

"Woke up?

"Wake up..."

"Shall Myron call a doctor to see you?"

No need!"

What will the children think of her when the doctor knows about her and she won't have a face?

"That's all right, just come and bring me some food."

Bane clutched his phone and gritted his teeth. "It's a rush," he said.

"The driver will bring you here."

"Bert Ron, I..."

"You must promise."

Bane wanted to drop the phone.

Then Bert's laughter came from the phone.

"Isn't that what you wanted? Just throw the shelf away."

And with that Bert hung up.

Bane's face was very ugly, and it was some time before she gave a self-deprecating smile.

Also, oneself want this.

Fortunately, the opportunity to stay with the body will be exchanged, also do not need the heart, good.

At least she would be able to see Sophie when she was fully recovered.

At last she closed her eyes and suppressed all thoughts.

Though very tired, but still went to the kitchen.

Norton and Sophie run to see their mother enter the kitchen.

"Mum, aren't you going to cook today?"

Seeing Sophie's innocent gaze, Bane smiled. "Take your lunch to your father," he said.

Sophie gave a wide smile. "Then I'll go with Mom! Elder brother, you also come and help mother."

Norton nods and rushes past excitedly.

Looking at the two happy little creatures, Bane was not so upset.

She would have given anything for them, and the sight of their smiling faces every day would have healed her.

After the meal was cooked, she put it in a bento box and Mellen arranged for a chauffeur to take her.

The car pulled up in front of Ron's Group, and Bane took a deep breath, his lunch box in hand.

Little did she know that one day she would be here again.

Bert Ron certainly didn't mean it.

She just walked in, she was stopped by the front desk young lady, way: "young lady, your appointment trouble show once, have no words, can't go in."

Bane hesitated, then said, "President Ron sent me over."

The face of the girl at the desk became contemptuous.

"Young lady, you don't joke with me, I every day can hundreds of such words, you still feel to go, or let the security guard throw you out."

Bane wanted to leave too, but, thinking of Bert's insensitivity, he continued, "Just tell me I was really sent by President Ron."

The temper of the front desk young lady once came up, "you can point face? You're not the only one who came up here saying he's connected to CEO Ron, so I'm gonna put them all in? So I don't have to work?"

"I..."

"And, you such woman I also did not see rarely, always fantasy oneself is novel heroine, really think can seduce the president to like, still point face! Do you really think that a little beauty on the first beautiful universe?"

The receptionist threw out the words in a sour tone. After all, she had to admit that the man was good-looking, and even without makeup, it was hard to keep one's eyes away.

When Bane heard that, she felt ashamed, but she couldn't just go.

She was in such a hurry that she had pulled down her cell phone and couldn't even call Bert.

Then a familiar voice came to her ear.

"Bane Reed?"

Bane turned his head and saw Helen, the manager, who also looked surprised when she saw that it was Bane.

Helen still had a favorable impression of Bane, a man she had not forgotten even if he no longer worked for Ron's Group.

"What are you doing here?

Bane quickly said, "Manager Jonathan, I've come to see the CEO, but I can't get in touch with him right now."

Helen's face is full of surprise, way: "you called the president? You......"

Without saying a word, Helen saw the bento in Bane's hand.

This scene, deja vu.

Bane said sheepishly, "The president asked me to bring him some food, but I was in such a hurry that I couldn't get in touch with him."

"That...... I'll deliver this for you."