Chapter 50

　　The car was silence for a while. Maximo kept looking at her and said softly, "You know, I only made one wrong decision in my life, that was three years ago and that was when I just stood outside your wedding and did not go in and take you away." 　　Jillian looked back at him suddenly, with shock in her eyes. She had forgotten what day it was. Harold could not know what day it was, but Maximo knew. Her lips closed full, and she stretched out her hand and pushed away his hand, "So what?" Even if he really appeared back then, he wouldn't follow her, would he? 　　Time stood still again, and Maximo's big hand on the back of the chair slowly sank, looking at Jillian deeply, slapped the steering wheel for the last time, and let out a low growl, "Yes. I couldn't do anything. I fucking love a woman who doesn’t want to be loved." 　　The sound of the car whistle made Jillian's body tremble slightly. She clenched her hands on her side and did not dare to look at him. Even her b