The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter47

In Astonburg.

The instant Antonio stepped back into the villa, he focused on Alison's

expression, scrutinizing every minuscule change without the slightest oversight.

To his great disappointment, though, she still looked calm, without even the faintest flicker of emotion.

He had no idea that Alison was inwardly calm at this moment.

She hadn't returned to rekindle old affections; rather, she was here to exact revenge.

Just then, a sound rang out.

A petite figure burst out of the kitchen, her face beaming with joy. "Antonio, you're finally home!"

It was Mylie, clad in an apron, looking every bit the housewife.

However, in the very next second, the spatula in Mylie's hand clattered to the ground.

She gaped at Alison in horror, her expression contorting in an instant, and then she shrieked, “What? Who the hell are you? Are you a ghost? Weren't you supposed to be dead?" Alison's eyes were brimming with mockery, and the corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly.

he seethed with

hastened over. "Sorry, Mr. Kaufman. We got distracted for a moment, and she managed to slip out of the villa. We'll take her

this, Mylic backed away in a

about the child? Are

and give me a chance to make

you waiting for? Take her away. Make sure she won't come out

"Yes, sir!"

away, the room

exhausted after such a long trip. Let me take you upstairs to res Alison saw right through his intentions and casually declined. "No. I'll go to

sneer, Alison added, "That must be Mylie, right? It doesn't seem like you loved Grace

in his

no idea

She simply turned around and

waiting in the

seven or eight days

those days, he constantly sent messages to Alison, yearning to meet. her. But Alison

that her consent to return

he realized he'd been

immediately sat bolt upright, his face lighting up

a text from Alison: "Happy birthday. I've

before he could dwell on its meaning, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure emerging from the hotel.