Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Chapter 1599

The car engine started, but Raynee didn't stop. She was either screaming or growling. From time to time, she would grab the driver's neck or jump around to have the car shaking with her. Wyatt used all his strength to hold her down. Deep down, he was worried about Waverly, but he couldn't do a simple thing like retrieve his cell phone. His face was livid as he seethed.

"Mm. Fly. I want to fly..."

"Take me to the sky!"

Stretching out her hand, Raynee began to throw herself around. Instead of avoiding her attack, Wyatt went mad as he furiously bellowed, "Have you had enough? Shut up! Quiet!"

How annoying!

Was she possessed? For a while, she was lying limp on the ground like an invertebrate and could not be dragged, but some other times, it was as if she had been injected with essence and had inexhaustible strength. It was as though she had gone mad and insane.

Raynee wowed and shrieked.

With a loud bang, her head struck the roof of the car. Immediately holding her head, Raynee cried. "Ouch... It hurts!"

Wyatt rolled his eyes, seeing her twisting her body and not knowing what she was going to do next. His mouth was dry, and his hair was near to standing on end. In the face of her half-exposed neck, a thought crossed Wyatt's mind, so he raised his hand and chopped down. With a muffled snort and her body going soft, Raynee slowly fell onto the seat. In an instant, the entire world went silent.

The next second, it was Wyatt who banged his forehead.

Dumb! Dumb! He was so dumb! Why didn't he think of it earlier? The earlier he knocked her out, the better it was. If he had long done so, she would have been sent to the hospital and completed her check- up, so there was no need to waste time with her. He was so dizzy and exhausted from the torture! The crux of the incident was that Waverly had run into him and misunderstood!

Wyatt lifted her leg and adjusted her posture to prevent her from falling off the seat before he hurriedly reached out for his phone. He had just tapped on Waverly's number, and before he could hit the call button, the car pulled to a slow stop. At the same time, the driver's voice was heard.

"Mr. Johnson, we're here!"

phone and first send Raynee to the

later when Wyatt was free from all the mess. After Raynee entered the emergency room, he picked

Waverly's tears were like water from a flood that could not be stopped nor blocked. She sat on the toilet in the bathroom

cry, but her tears couldn't stop from flowing. She had no idea how long she had been crying. After washing her face, she went to bed and hugged the quilt, feeling as though everything before her eyes was pitch-black. Her chest seemed to have been stuffed with cotton wool.

the desire to check the incoming calls. In the end, she covered her head with the quilt,

several more messages to explain. His heart drowned in distress, but seeing the red light of the emergency room and the few faces around him whom he

an hour later, the door of the

how is she? Is

who are you to her? Are you her

skipped a beat. "No, I'm her friend. Her family will be here

would be all right,

is likely to act in a way that will cause serious injuries to herself or others under the effect of the drugs or may die from exhaustion because of the drugs. It is generally known that such drugs will harm the nerve if they remain in the body for too long a period of time. The patient's condition is somewhat serious. Whether there are any sequelae can only be determined when the patient wakes up, but we won't have to worry too much. Generally speaking, those who come into contact with such drugs for the first

drugs. We must record it! As

you decide!"

it. Thank you, doctor! As for the police report. I'll leave it

up! It's

of her family members. Wyatt was inevitably irritated. Her family was indeed cold and

a nurse to take care of her. When he got into the car, he noticed that there remained no reply on

log, he noticed the missed calls from Waverly. Back then, he had been preoccupied with Raynee, so he couldn't check the calls, let alone pick them