Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Anastasia came home exhausted. She was annoyed by Naomi’s nagging

On the way home. Naomi kept talking about all kinds of bad habits that were not conducive to the baby. Naomi said Anastasia couldn’t stay up late, draw, touch paint, inhale car exhaust fumes, or eat this or that.

After she finally managed to get rid of Naomi, Anastasia entered the password to enter her home, but the password was

Wrong

Standing in front of the door, Anastasia was distressed.

The door could be unlocked with a fingerprint or password. Anastasia tried both methods several times, but it didn’t work. There was only one possibility; Alastor had changed the password and deleted her fingerprint.

The administrator of the smart lock was Alastor. Without his consent, it was impossible to change the password at all.

Anastasia thought, “What is he trying to do? Did he just kick me out of the house?”

Smiling self–deprecatingly, Anastasia lowered her head, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

The feeling of having her pride trampled on by others made her feel sick.

Anastasia took a deep breath and turned to leave.

But Anastasia stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the elevator.

“Why should I leave? This is

called the locksmith to

up and everything in the bedroom had

into the living room, as if it was mocking

a look at it, finding that her

really didn’t expect that Alastor could go

vision turned black, and she almost lost her balance while squatting down with shortness

came running over and rubbed against

mood. Snowball fixed his big eyes on Anastasia and meowed softly in a therapeutic way.

a hoarse voice, “Snowball,

to feel sad as well as he

time to recompose herself, Anastasia got

shower.

petted Snowball. She was lost in

thought, “Where should

the person she would rely on for the rest of her life and that he was her family and the harbor where

in the

guessed it right. He came to confront

he said upon entering the house was “Did you hit

room with Snowball in her arms and sat on the couch.

frowned and said in a low voice,

to whom do

sitting across from Anastasia with a gloomy face. “Do you want a divorce?”

thought it was ridiculous that they could sit there so