Even after Her Death by Rita Bond
Chapter 279
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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.
couldn't tell if it was from fear
stray dit named Snowflake years ago. That
me, what is your name? What is he
T...
sharp and commanding, his eyes filled with barely-contained anger. "I said, come
hesitated, her eyes darting between us in a torn
letting go of
He finally similed again.
coat over her shoulders, speaking to her in a tone full of
into his embrace. He bent down to scoop her up into his arms and
How could I possibly hurt her?" As they brushed past me,
cheek.
their relationship
truly willing, why is she crying? Miss, I really want
gaze, her fingers gripping
a voice barely above a whisper. 'I
a cold look, his smile turning into something more menacing. "Mrs. Bolton,
clear Whitney wasn't cooperating, and even if I did call the police, they would only waste their time. They'd likely accuse me of making
it seem like
them discreetly. Taylor carried
jolt told me exactly what was going on.
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and left
no shame, finding pleasure in
I just overthinking it? Were they simply a couple with
to the memorial hall, I saw Anna sitting next to
doing any better than Kate, who I was sure didn't know about the news. Not only had she skipped the wedding, but she also hadn't shown up
lifeless, like a puppet with
as the head of the family. Ethan and Jake were both gone. Ethan used to
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