First Loves Return Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 

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Miah helplessly rubbed her forehead. “If you act like this, she will only grow to despise you more. No one likes an extreme person.” 

“Yes Jaime put his sleeves down with a faint expression.“She told me already. She said I shouldn’t attempt suicide anymore. Doctor, does it prove she still cares about me?” 

Miah didn’t follow his words and quickly changed the subject, diverting Jaime’s thoughts with just a few words. 

She skillfully guided and provided psychological therapy for Jaime. 

The treatment lasted for about four hours. 

In the end, Miah sincerely gave advice. 

She suggested Jaime gradually try to move on and stay away from the person in his heart. 

Miah told Jaime he needed to shift the focus of his life and stop putting his attention on that person. 

Jaime seemed to have understood. He nodded somewhat confusedly when leaving. 

Actually, he didn’t take in a single word. 

He couldn’t stay away from Mariela. 

At night, Jaime couldn’t fall asleep. 

He still lived in the apartment next to Mariela’s, but she had moved out. 

The night was quiet. 

Jaime was lying in bed. 

The lights were off, and the room was dark. 

Jaime closed his eyes, and Mariela’s face kept appearing in his mind. 

Suddenly, a repulsive man forcefully intruded into his mind. 

Lennon smiled provocatively at him and gently cupped Mariela’s face to passionately kiss her. 

“No! Don’t!” Jaime suddenly shouted, “Don’t touch her! Go away! Get out!” 

Jaime screamed like a madman in the dark room. 

He repeatedly and masochistically fantasized about sweet scenes of Lennon being with Mariela. He even imagined their passionate and horny 

moments. 

“Mariela, don’t…” Jaime curled up in bed and his suppressed sobbing echoed in the dark room. 

A tall man was now curled up into a ball, crying uncontrollably. 

Mariela woke up from her nap and felt hungry when the doorbell rang. 

She combed her hair a few times, casually put on a beige fur coat, and walked to the door in fluffy slippers. 

“Ms. Logan, hello, Mr. Stark sent me to cook for you.” 

Outside the gate, a middle–aged woman was wearing a black coat. She looked kind. 

Mariela thought for a while and said, “Please wait. Let me confirm it.” 

After all, she couldn’t let a stranger in.