Chapter 17 The Contract of Prostitution

　　Only Andrea was left in the bedroom after Jacob went out.

　　She rested on the headboard in a confused state, tears rolling down her cheeks out of her control.

　　She had been stained. What else should she do?

　　How could she be the beautiful bride in his heart? How could she face her big brother like this? 

　　"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Andrea cried in a fierce manner, and felt extremely guilty in her deep heart.

　　"Big brother, it's been 15 years. Are you going to drop me, aren't you?" She thought.

　　Was the agreement of that year between us unvalidated like this?

　　Burried in the sad sorrow, Andrea leaned against the head of the bed and looked outside the window.

　　After a long time, she shook it off in the end. She lifted her hand and wiped the tears off her face. Just as she was going to get up, a maid appeared in front of her.

　　"Miss, let me do some service for you."

　　Andrea glanced at her but did not say a word. Instead, she nodded her head.