A deal with the devil

Chapter 22

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The renate wought–iron gates swing open, and a sleek Maybach slowly rolled out from Inside Moore Man

Sampel spotted her immediately. His pare locked with Shirley’s.

Shirley’s heart clenched rightly as it seized by an unseen hand without hesitation, she slum ed her foot down on the accelerator, swerving her car directly into the Maybach’s path to block

The driver slammed on the bakes. However, uses were cut short as he recognized Shillay through the windshield. His frustration quickly dissolved into uneasy silence.

The abrupt stop had caused Sophia to hit her head against the window, and she cried out in pain

Samuel’s face darkened with concern as he carefully checked Sophia over. Only after ensuring she was unharmed did he turn back to Shirley. His typically composed features were tinged with irritation “Shirley, what is in now?

Just last night, she had come to inform him about her supposed wedding, and now, hear she was again. It only confirmed his suspicion that her announcement had been al

Shirley reversed her car slightly to create space, retrieved a box from her passenger seat, and extended it toward him through the open window. “This is the prosthetic leg I ordered for you last month in Newlandia. It’s already been paid for with your money.”

Hettone was can almost unnaturally so

Shirley held on

up at her.

the night before had hidden her weariness,

was unmistalate.

eyes larger against her pale complexion Dark circles shadowed her eyes, making her look both fragile and devastatingly beautiful. Hri gare was raw and unguarded, filled with a quot desperation that

say but no words to voice t

something deep and unsettling within him “Sharlay, I’m on my way to the airport. If there’s something you want, say

be too late by the time he got back

woman seated beside him, the

woman by his side was no longer her. The man she had fought to protect for six years had chosen to abandon her. All the pain and the beartache she had worked so hard to shield him from had now

felt agony and

away and said in a cold voice, “Shirley, let’s part ways peacefully. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Keep the box. I don’t want it. Throw it away if you mus

back of the driver’s seat. The car

me. What had she been expecting? She already knew there was nothing left to

even if he stayed, they could never go back to how

the pain in her

couldn’t help herself. This