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.
out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and reached
in his
took a puff and was about to savor the taste
top button was fastened all the way up; he
with a
on his own breath. The bitter and
Mr. Foley,” he
into a nearby flowerbed. Why was Mr.
he would be
and sat in the
Yes:
was quiet in the back, with no sound of rustling newspapers. Curious, Chris turned around to take
faint shade of dark circles was visible, a clear
“Mm.”
we arrive at the office, please
“Sure.”
workaholic man who was always ready for work have a moment
wonder if it was because of last
she had become
it be that Mr.
The thoughts of a superior were not something a small fry like him
long as Mr.
leaving for the company twenty minutes early, he had enough time
an hour ended up taking fifty minutes
the last ten minutes
arrived. Today’s schedule
flashed in his eyes. His sharp gaze
swallowed all the words
him did the chill in Kelvin’s eyes slowly dissipate, returning to a state
we
Chris finally noticed the
happened to
just a small burn. Let’s
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