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

hastened over. "Sorry, Mr. Kaufman. We got distracted for a moment, and she managed to

backed away in a panic.

Are you still

give me a chance to make amends

ear and commanded harshly, "What are you waiting for? Take her away.

"Yes, sir!"

howling faded away,

his guilty conscience, had a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. He forced a fawning smile and said, "Grace, you must be exhausted after such a long trip. Let me take you upstairs to

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

his heart and quickly stammered

had no idea

just ignored him. She simply turned around

in the car

for seven or eight days

messages to Alison, yearning to meet. her. But Alison never replied, leaving him completely engulfed in his

to return to Astonburg with him would mark a turning

he'd been

rang. Antonio immediately sat

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

on its meaning, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure emerging from