Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 287 The Sanders Retribution

Chapter 287 The Sanders Retribution

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1 looked at the woman on the ground. She had delicate features, and her eyes were especially beautiful- clear and pure, like the eyes of an animal.

She was wearing a thin silk dress, her hair messy, and she looked as panicked as a frightened deer.

I quickly knelt down to help her up and asked, "Are you okay?"

As our gazes met, something about her eyes seemed familiar, like I had seen them somewhere before. Behind me, a man's voice called out, warm with a hint of amusement, "Thank you, Mrs. Bolton. She's fine." The sound of his voice made Whitney flinch, her body trembling, and she immediately grabbed my hand. Her fingers were slender, and her palm was ice-cold. She whispered in a faint, trembling voice, "H-help me."

Instinctively, I stepped in front of her, my eyes locking onto the approaching man. It was Taylor Carlyn. "Whitney, didn't I tell you to stay in the car? Why are you out here in this cold?"

As he walked toward us, he shrugged off his coat.

He was handsome, but for some reason, every time I saw him, I felt as though I were encountering a snake.

There was something dark about him, a danger lurking beneath his charm.

"Mr. Carlyn," I asked, trying to stay calm, "What is your relationship with this young lady?"

Taylor smirked and said, "A romantic one."

"But she seems to be afraid of you."

"Maybe it's just my face. I must look frightening, he said, still smiling.

His features were undeniably attractive, but the smile sent a chill down my spine, like a predator sizing up its prey.

My skin crawled.

I tightened my grip on Whitney's hand and comforted. "Don't be scared. Did he hurt you? Do you want. me to call the police?" As 500

as soon as I mentioned the police. Taylor's pupils constricted, and the chilly air around him seemed to grow colder.

Mrs. Bolton, Whitney and I just had a small argument. She's upset with me, that's all. You're really going to involve the police?" he sighed. "Whitney, come here, don't let Mrs. Bolton misunderstand."

Whitney's face was filled with struggle, and I couldn't understand what had happened to make her so

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terrified of him.

I couldn't tell if it

me of when I had adopted a stray dit named

voice and asked, "Tell me, what is your name? What is he to

T...

he said, his tone sharp and commanding, his eyes filled with

hesitated, her eyes darting between us in a torn manner. Finally, she made

you," she whispered, letting go of my hand and

He finally similed again.

her shoulders, speaking to her in a tone full

to scoop her up

Mrs. Bolton, Taylor called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with insincerity. "Whitney is the most precious person in my life. How could I

cheek.

what their relationship was, something

forward, blocking their path. "If she's truly willing, why is she crying? Miss, I really want to help you. If

met my concerned gaze, her

a voice barely above a whisper. 'I just remembered

a cold look, his smile turning into

did call the police, they would only waste their time. They'd likely accuse

Whitney had begged for help last time made it seem like there was much more going on than

to follow them discreetly. Taylor carried Whitney into

car didn't drive off right away, and the slight jolt told me exactly what was

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and left

shame, finding pleasure

I just overthinking it? Were they simply

hall, I saw Anna sitting next to Josh, trying to comfort

about the news. Not only had she skipped the wedding, but she also hadn't

a chair, his eyes empty and lifeless, like a puppet with no strings. He

Jake were both gone. Ethan used to manage