Chapter 12 I Hate Betrayal

His voice was low and cold, with a feeling of disgust and anger.

She was at a loss. She frantically checked her fingers, which had just been carefully cleaned. They were fair and not dirty at all.

Looking at her ignorant eyes, Alston remembered the scene he had just seen at the window.

Why were they so close? When did they meet? Yesterday, she begged him to go to work. Was it that she just wanted to see Ivan?

The more Alston thought, the angrier he became.

When Cynthia came over, he grabbed her neck with one hand. His eyes were full of anger.

“I hate betrayal, Cynthia. If you dare to betray me, I will make you suffer.”

Cynthia was short of breath and looked at that demon-like man in horror. She grabbed his wrist with her slender fingers tightly.

She didn’t know what she had done wrong. She loved him so much that she never thought of betraying him, and she just slapped Ivan for him.

Why would he doubt her? She took care of him for a whole month. Did he never trust her?

Her breathing became weaker and weaker, and she felt wronged. Her tears fell on Alston’s hand.

Warm tears let him become sober again. His eyes slightly darkened, and he let go of his hand.

Cynthia was thrown on the ground. She coughed violently and her face flushed.

“What are you crying for?” Alston asked.

She was the one who was close to Ivan and betrayed him. He couldn’t understand what she was crying for.

He felt grumpy.

“I, I’m sorry!”

from the hospital

Alston’s answer and rushed into the bathroom

into.

and saw Alston leaning on the bed. He had

on? Are your legs hurting again?”

confused, “I feel like

I’ll contact

his phone and was

there may be something wrong with my heart. When I see her with someone

Is it the sequela of the

a sigh of relief, put down the phone, and felt a little

woman, he had never

he might be enthralled by Cynthia. Just as he was about to

my meals. Did she drug me with something that

been rare for Alston to be so funny since he

rubbed her hands vigorously in the bathroom, and her

laid her hands, and her

of

Cynthia got into the bed on the ground. She

didn’t fall asleep after a

not get out of bed to pick her up

looked at her

had lived alone in the Smith family. No one cared about him except his father. Since his father’s plane crash, he’s been in charge of the Smith Group. Everyone close

But Cynthia wasn’t!

took care of him wholeheartedly. Her emotions were always

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