When Love Turns to Ashes

Chapter 317 Don’t Be With Him, Okay?

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Once Brend and Keyon had a quarrel, the previously ambiguous atmosphere in the car disappeared completely. Even if Odin goes through the same process again, Beatrice is now filled with carp in her mind.

Fortunately, Odin was a considerate person and he smiled to defuse the awkwardness.

“Are you feeling better now?”

“Um.”

Beatrice couldn’t help but find it somewhat laughable, even to the point of tears.

When they reached downstairs, Odin received a work call and didn’t accompany Beatrice upstairs.

On the road, Keyon glanced at Odin through the rearview mirror.

“Sir, Brend’s phone call was clearly intentional. If you really want to settle the score, you should have called me instead. Most likely, Mr. Caden is behind all this mischief. Why don’t you explain it to Ms. Lindsey?”

Odin’s expression was calm as he said, “Did you think Beatrice didn’t know? Sometimes, treating something as a joke and letting it pass is also a way of letting oneself go.”

“Oh. No… Am I a joke?” Keyon said discontentedly.

Odin glanced at him and gave him a look, you figure it out yourself.

Keyon obediently closed his mouth and drove attentively.

Beatrice returned home and just as she was about to close the door, a hand blocked it.

The shiny wedding ring had already revealed the other person’s identity and was also reminding her.

She forcefully closed the door and leaned her whole body against the door.

The man outside the door hesitated and knocked twice.

“Open the door for a moment.”

The man’s voice tightened, becoming particularly elusive compared to his usual indifference.

Beatrice didn’t speak and looked up at the ceiling.

The mood, which I thought I had adjusted well, fluctuated instantly.

She felt suffocated, as if the same whirlpool kept spinning and spinning.

Even though she tightly held onto the lifeline and climbed upwards, she still felt uncomfortable.

She held her breath, and could even hear the man’s deep breathing through the door panel.

Beatrice snapped back to her senses and hurriedly tried to escape from here. As she lifted her foot to walk towards the room, her hand accidentally hit the doorknob.

The pain spread through her limbs and body in an instant, and she let out a low cry.

The man outside the door immediately knocked on it.

“Beatrice, what happened to you?”

Beatrice covered her hands and squatted on the ground, with no time to answer the people outside.

She also didn’t want to answer.

A few seconds later, there was no sound outside the door.

Beatrice

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looked at her hands and simply

between her

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on the door was immediately smashed, and the door shook twice before it

and a paper bag in the other, with a cold and even somewhat

seemed to have lost his sanity,

couldn’t speak for a long time.

he

go of

like he was about to break

he always intruded into other people’s lives as

became a mess,

even raising her injured hand

swept

over,

and

out

with

wrist.

hand?”

Caden’s

eyes

her he immediately reached

her furious eyes, he paused and slowed down his tone, “Is there something

she couldn’t pull it out no matter how hard she tried. Caden looked at

went to break his hand.

is done, I will

“You…”

Beatrice

felt

think of a better solution. tightness

have heard it. Last time, he

to be visited by the police again.

speak, Caden had already understood her thoughts and guided her towards the inside.

“Let’s go.”

follow him into

retrieved the medicine box from under the TV cabinet and had just sat down

the medicine while saying in a low voice, “Just leave your hand with me,

heard the irony and could only move her body,

the gauze and, upon seeing the wound, his face turned

thoughts for a

knew everything, why

sneered, “She fell herself.”

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see through her.

his gaze and fixed

curled her fingers and quickly averted her

further, just lowered

chill on her fingertip, and she was momentarily stunned. She turned her head and saw

and continued to tend to

she once again collided with the man’s gaze, those deep and restrained ink–black eyes,

to her senses, his

fell onto her chest, thread by thread like raindrops, flake by flake like snow, gently, slowly.

eyes were stirred a little.

with a hint of breathiness: “Don’t be

Beatrice was startled.