Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 179 Psychological Damage

"How dare you still try to kiss me? Do you even deserve it? Those hands are stained with our child's blood. Every time I see you, I want to tear you apart! Just leave, okay?" Anne was too emotional. After speaking, she clutched her stomach and crouched down, curling into a ball.

Her face was streaked with tears. It was hard to tell if she was heartbroken or just furious with Dante, but her face was filled with pain.

Dante panicked at the sight and immediately bent down, trying to hold her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital!" said Dante.

Anne bit down hard on his outstretched arm with all her strength, as if she wanted to tear the flesh right off.

Dante frowned. His breath caught in pain.

A trickle of red appeared at the corner of Anne's mouth. It was his blood.

The blood stained Anne's cheek. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and her face was still streaked with tears.

The air was filled with a faint sadness.

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Her fingertips were white from gripping so tightly. She looked as if she might shatter at any moment.

a sharp pain in his heart. His throat tightened, but he couldn't find the words

lips slightly and uttered a

door, Meryl sensed something was wrong and knocked

you need to say, wait

few days and was well aware of her physical

wake up in the middle of the night, crying without warning. She cried

had hit her too hard. Meryl knew that Anne was just pretending to have moved on. The

staying with Anne these past few days, refusing

Damage Dante stepped out. His eyes

arm. Anne had bitten him too hard, leaving a bloody bite

into the room to help Anne. "Anne,

"It's nothing. I'm just a bit tired. and want to sleep," she

go to

I haven't taken off

help you take

Meryl walked into the bathroom. She grabbed some makeup remover pads and began

to me. Why don't you just leave.

want your boy toy anymore?"

right, where's my boy toy?" Anne's question reminded her. She

worried you might get hungry later, so I sent him downstairs to

a sound at the door. It was

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The room fell silent.