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.

I leave? This is my

the locksmith to replace

and everything in the bedroom had been replaced with new ones. What originally belonged to her had

the living room, as if

closet and took a look at it,

didn’t expect that

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

rubbed against Anastasia

could always sense the change in his master’s mood. Snowball fixed his big eyes on Anastasia and meowed softly in a therapeutic way.

said with a hoarse

seemed to feel sad as well as he was

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

shower.

and petted Snowball. She was lost in thought for a

“Where should I go?”

and that he was her family

the evening, Alastor came back.

right. He came to confront her..

upon entering

the living room with Snowball in her arms and sat on

said in a low voice, “She’s mine.”

“Then to whom do I belong?”

from Anastasia with a gloomy face. “Do you want

that they could sit there so calmly to discuss who