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

the locksmith to replace the smart

that her house was cleaned up and everything in the

had been thrown into the living room, as if it was mocking

suffocated. She opened the closet and took a look at it, finding that her clothes had all

didn’t expect that Alastor could

black, and she almost lost her balance while squatting down with shortness of breath.

Snowball came running over and rubbed against Anastasia in her

change in his master’s mood. Snowball fixed his big eyes on Anastasia and meowed

and said with a hoarse voice, “Snowball,

seemed to feel sad as well as he

the ground for a long time to recompose herself, Anastasia got up and went to the bathroom

shower.

then sat on the balcony tiredly and petted Snowball.

“Where should

was her family and the harbor where she could rest when she got tired. However,

nine o’clock in the evening,

guessed it right. He came to confront

entering

the living room with Snowball in her arms

and said in a low voice,

whom do I belong?”

a gloomy face. “Do you

sit there so calmly to discuss who wanted a divorce.