Chapter 2575
Five years later.
Natasha Martin couldn't fall asleep in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep anymore. She was exhausted physically and mentally.
During the day, she met Zack in the jewelry shop. As the rumors said, he really had a special affection for the mixed-blood woman of Italy, Nangong. Ignoring her family's opposition, he bought a proposal ring and rushed to Italy to find that Nangong Yijin.
And for her, it was as if she was making a wedding dress for someone else. At that time, she even helped Shawn pick out a ring and told him what kind of diamond ring a woman would like, and what kind of ring was Nangong suitable for...
"Alas!" Natasha Martin closed her eyes.
He clicked on the call.
The rain came over with a sleepy look on his face. Obviously, he had just gotten up from the bed. "Miss, why haven't you slept yet? Don't you have a meeting with the Martin Group tomorrow morning? You can't be late as a vice president!"
Yes, in five years, not only did she gain a firm foothold in the Martin Group, but she also entered the board of directors of the Martin Group and sat in the vice president's position.
In the past few years, her ability and performance were obvious to all. Now, her power in the Martin Group was second only to his parents!
What Jian Bishop promised her had been done!
And the purpose she had set had been achieved!
But at this time, Natasha Martin's heart was in a mess. She let out a long sigh and pressed her eyebrows. "Ask Jian Bishop to come over."
"Okay."
The shower went away immediately.
Five years would change many things.
For example, her father had never picked on her again, and her mother had always asked her to go home more often-just like facing a daughter beyond her expectations, and their parents had long been unable to intervene.
She was getting more and more used to living in the Fenglin Garden, getting used to having these people around her...
Jian Bishop knocked on the door outside. "Miss Henry, I'm coming in."
Natasha Martin didn't move. She leaned against the head of the bed, closed her eyes, and said, "Hmm."
When Jian Bishop pushed the door open and came in, she was still dressed in a neat suit. Her appearance was clean and elegant. She didn't look like she had just woken up, as if she hadn't slept and was waiting for Natasha Martin's instructions at any time.
However, Natasha Martin had already treated Jian Bishop as her family. When she came in, she was still wearing a nightdress...
Jian Bishop was used to this scene. She put the cart aside and said, "Miss, you can't fall asleep? I asked you to get some hot milk. You'll feel better after drinking it."
"Yes."
"Yes," Joe replied vaguely.
Jian Bishop took a hot towel from the cart and put it on Natasha Martin's forehead. "If you can't fall asleep, please get up and sit for a while."
Natasha Martin did not say a word, nor did she move.
She lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. She was suffering from insomnia and pain.
Jian Bishop didn't say anything. She directly took her down from the bed and put her in a chair.
Natasha Martin leaned her head back and felt weak all over. "I don't only have a headache... I feel pain all over my body. Jian Bishop, help me press my neck."
In the past few years, she had been working very hard and often felt sore in her neck and shoulders. For this reason, Jian Bishop especially went to find a massage master to learn a few skills.
Now Jian Bishop had become a really all-round housekeeper, omnipotent!
Jian Bishop stood behind her, and when her eyes fell on her shoulder, she slightly sank.
Her snow-white skin was delicate and tender.
Her raised, slender neck was all the way up to her chest...
Chloe Ling's sexy body was fully displayed by her sleep in the summer.
No man could sit still under such a scene. But Jian Bishop was not an ordinary man. Because in the past five years, he had long been used to restraining himself.
He looked away, took out a dry towel, and covered Natasha Martin's shoulder with it. He began to help her massage her neck through the towel and said with a playful smile, "Does it hurt all over? Is it because of your heartache? Is it because you saw Young Master during the day?"
In the air, it was Natasha Martin's long and drawn-out breath.
"I just don't understand." The towel covered Natasha Martin's eyes. She was as powerless and sad as Liu Muyin, who was talking to her in the hot spring pool five years ago. "How did he fall in love with a foreign woman..."
Jian Bishop lowered her face and whispered in her ear, "Miss, love is not allowed."
Natasha Martin slowly pursed her lips.
"I know..."
She bit her lower lip. "I just don't understand. Once, I thought he was a man who had no desires. Apart from his career, he didn't care about anything else. So I grew up with him for so many years, but he didn't feel anything for me."
"Oh, no." Natasha Martin smiled bitterly. "When I was picking rings in the jewelry shop today, I saw the light in his eyes. The light was as hot as fire. It was the burning light of love."
Jian Bishop didn't say anything. Her fingers slipped from her neck to her shoulders.
In his eyes, she was too thin.
There was almost no flesh on his shoulder bone. When he held it in his palm, he was afraid that he would crush her.
Therefore, he only used a little bit of his strength to help her...
"Wang." Natasha Martin read the name. "I really can't imagine that there will be such passionate feelings on his gentle and indifferent face. I have spent so many years on him, but I have never seen him before."
Jian Bishop stopped and lowered her eyes. "Miss Henry, do you still love him?"
"Love?"
Jian Bishop's eyes darkened.
If you still love him, have you ever thought about being with me for so many years?
"I'm sad, right?" Natasha Martin sighed again. "As a woman, I think it's quite a failure. I lost to a foreign woman who I haven't known Jin for a long time."
Jian Bishop looked at her. "Are you just sad?"
"What else can I do?" Natasha Martin lowered her head. "I've broken up with him for five years. What right do I have to say that I love him? I'm most unwilling to give up. I can't accept my own failure. It's because I'm not excellent enough..."
This was the greatest feeling she had ever had since she had met Clark today.
Jian Bishop smiled. "Do you believe in destiny, Miss Henry?"
"What Heaven's Will?"
"The mandate of heaven is that if you are destined to have no fate with someone, no matter whether you are excellent or not, you are impossible." Jian Bishop said, "Just like Miss Henry and you and Master, this has nothing to do with Miss Qing and you are not excellent, just like... a blooming tree."
"A poem?"
"It's a story," Jian Bishop said, "A woman, she wanted to meet the man she loved. For this, she begged the Buddha for 500 years. The Buddha finally moved her and turned her into a tree, growing on the road that the man must pass. But she could only watch the man fall in love with the woman he loved."
"Then, she begged the Buddha for a thousand years and asked her to stand in front of that man. The Buddha once again fulfilled her wish. After the man reincarnated, he came to the tree she turned into every day to study. In the end, the man got married, had children, and died in front of her."
"In the end, the Buddha asked her, do you want it? She has seen through the reincarnation of her beloved man in two lives. She said that she didn't want it, but she didn't necessarily want it. The Buddha laughed. It was great. There was a piece of Ganoderma lucidum grass. In order to grow up with you, he had cultivated for 10,000 years."
"She turned around and found that in the corner where she had never seen it, there was a stalk of Ganoderma lucidum grass. The Buddha said that as long as you turned back, you could see him, but you never looked back."