Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Look at Her Like a prey 

Jackson got out of the shower and the bedroom was empty. 

He looked around. “Alva?” 

There was no reply. 

Jackson reached for his cell phone to call her, but saw a note on the table. 

“Jackson, I’ve got some business to take care of. Go to bed early, Alva.” 

Take care of things? 

Jackson looked at the time. 

It’s 8:20. What does she want to go out now? 

Jackson sent Alva a message. 

Ask her when she’ll be back. 

It’s getting late. 

Alva is on her way to Love hotel right now. 

She was holding the phone the whole time. 

She heard Jackson when he texted her. 

She immediately looked at her phone, saw Jackson’s text 

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message, her nerves relaxed and clicked on it. 

“When are you coming back?” 

Alva looked out the window into the night and after a few seconds replied, “Not sure, I’ll be back when things are sorted out, you don’t have to worry.” 

Jackson looked at Alva’s text message and after a while replied with a good word. 

She didn’t want to tell him, so he waited for her. 

Alva clenches her phone again, looks ahead, lips clenched. 

Uriah was the one who took Mom. 

She couldn’t find Mom. She had to find him. 

But she couldn’t reach him, only York. 

Now she’s on her way to York. 

Uriah, you know Jackson’s here, right? 

Now you’re warning me, or punishing me, for deceiving you. 

Is that right? 

Alva smiled. 

You really have people following me around. 

The car quickly stopped at the Love hotel, on the thirteenth floor of Alva, went to 4098 and knocked on the door. 

The door clicked open: 

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Uriah appeared in front of her in a bathrobe, her hair slightly damp. 

Alva froze. 

When Uriah didn’t pick up, she called York, who answered. 

She asked him where he was, and he told her his room number. 

But now she was in the room Uriah was in. 

Alva clenched her hand and looked at the house number. 

That’s right, it’s 4,098. 

So it wasn’t that York was wrong, it was that he had given her Uriah’s room number. 

He knew she was coming for Uriah. 

Or maybe Uriah knew she was coming for him, so she told York to. 

Alva looked at Uriah, who had turned and gone inside. 

In his bathrobe, he was less grim than in his suit, but he still had his aura. 

Alva went in and closed the door. 

Uriah took the glass and sat down on the sofa, moving her hands as the wine flowed, 

Alva stood up to him and said, “What are you going to do?” 

She was very calm. 

I’ve never had peace before. 

Uriah looked at the wine in the glass, which seemed to shake, and took a sip.