Chapter 125: Mr. Foley, Your Hand Is Injured
When the whole world is quiet and he is the only one left, all senses are amplified.
Hearing, smell… touch.
He stared at the figure in the mirror, his gaze falling on the shiny lips that still seemed to carry the scent of that woman.
A scent that resembles orchids with an added sweetness of fruit, it keeps him reminiscing repeatedly.
He was not sure if it was his imagination, but the annoying face of Cheyenne appeared again in the mirror.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a cute and obedient appearance, smiling as she linked arms with Omari.
The flames of jealousy wrapped around him like a python, and the man’s breathing became rapid and heavy.
Who can tell him how to shake off this giant python? It left his limbs and body in pain
“Cheyenne!”
“Bang!”
Kelvin suddenly raised his hand and punched the mirror fiercely.
“Clang.”
After a loud and violent sound, the mirror shattered from its center position, and the cracks spread outwards in all directions.
After a few seconds, the smooth and calm mirror suddenly became fragmented like a spider web. In the mirror, the man’s face was fragmented into numerous pieces, and what had once been a remarkably handsome countenance now appeared rather sinister.
Soon, a few strands of red blood dripped down onto the white washbasin, only to be diluted and disappear as they were washed away by clear water.
His hand was blurred by blood, with visible fragments embedded in his finger joints. However, he seemed to have no sense of pain as his indifferent gaze paused briefly before turning and leaving the bathroom.
The next day, the luxury car arrived precisely at 7 o’clock and stopped at the entrance of the villa. Chris honked the horn, the sound vibrating and alerting those upstairs. He then rolled down his car window and leisurely pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his suit jacket pocket.
it in his mouth, and reached for
flickered in his pupils, reflecting for a moment before
and was about to savor the taste of nicotine on his
black suit that, with a white shirt underneath. The top button was fastened all the way up; he exuded a cold and
looked over with
one glance, Chris was startled and choked on his own breath. The bitter and pungent
Mr. Foley,”
one into a nearby flowerbed. Why was Mr. Foley twenty
this time, he would be having
the car door with his left hand and sat in the back seat,
Yes:
quiet in the back, with no sound of rustling newspapers. Curious,
closed, a posture that accentuated his perfect jawline. Beneath the thick eyelashes, a faint shade of dark circles was visible, a
“Mm.”
arrive at the office,
“Sure.”
workaholic man who was always ready for work
it was because of
read the morning newspaper today, and Mrs. Foley… she had become even more beautiful
it be that Mr. Foley was
a superior were
as long as
enough time to reach the office. So,
only half an hour ended up taking fifty minutes
ten minutes
arrived.
hint of coldness flashed in his
words
of him did the
we walk,” Kelvin
push open the car door, Chris
Foley, what happened to your
burn. Let’s get
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