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.

face darkened, and he seethed with rage. "Why

Kaufman. We got distracted for a moment, and she

backed away in a panic. "No, Antonio, don't

the child? Are

let me out and give me a chance to make

"What are you waiting for? Take her away. Make sure she won't come

"Yes, sir!"

howling faded away, the room returned

He forced a fawning smile and said, "Grace, you must be exhausted after such a

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

a pang in his heart and quickly

had no

just ignored him. She simply turned around

had been waiting in

or

days, he constantly sent messages to Alison, yearning to meet. her. But Alison never replied, leaving him

believed that her consent to return to Astonburg with him would mark

he realized he'd been far

being upset, his phone rang. Antonio immediately sat bolt upright, his face

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

at the corners of his mouth. But before he could dwell on its meaning,