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.

darkened, and he seethed with rage. "Why is she here?

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

a panic. "No,

child? Are

out and give me a chance to make

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

"Yes, sir!"

Mylie's howling faded away, the room returned to

fawning smile and said, "Grace, you must be 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

added, "That must be Mylie, right? It doesn't

a pang in his heart and quickly stammered

I had no idea

him. She simply turned around and walked

waiting in

for seven or eight days

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

consent to return to Astonburg with

he'd been

he was being upset, his phone rang. Antonio immediately

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

smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. But before he could dwell on its meaning, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure emerging from the hotel. Javon, in