Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 84

Zachary shared a few pictures on Twitter. There was a mural of a scenic landscape painting, along with a caption: [Those who are dirty always want to tarnish those who are clean. Some willingly play the role of a homewrecker, defying both morals and the law, yet they manipulate trending topics to smear the rightful wife. I wasn’t planning to explain, but these rumors have seriously damaged my reputation and that of the company. Today, I’m setting the record straight, and 1 won’t address this again in the future. (The mural in the photo was painted by Anastasia during her university days, proving her worth.)]

Zachary also included a picture of the payment he had given Anastasia back then, with the amount blurred but enough to show that she had earned her money in an honest manner.

Anastasia was taken aback. Was Zachary the one lending her a hand?

After years of no contact, she never expected Zachary to step in and help.

How could she ever repay this kindness?

“Meow,” Snowball was in an unfamiliar setting, so it seemed a bit nervous and kept staying close to Anastasia.

Anastasia comforted Snowball, stroking its head.

Jason crouched in front of Anastasia and addressed Snowball. “From now on, you will be staying here temporarily.”

Snowball stared at Jason for a moment, not showing any shyness toward him. Then, it snuggled into his arms as if they were, old pals.

Jason held Snowball and smiled at Anastasia. “See? Even the little kitten knows how to find a new owner.”

Anastasia looked at Snowball in surprise: Snowball was usually cautious around strangers.

Sitting on the couch, Anastasia fell into silence for a moment. “This isn’t my own house, so if I have a cat, would the owner be okay with it?”

“Just consider this your home. Don’t worry about it,” Jason reassured Anastasia.

Anastasia didn’t respond. She leaned back on the couch and felt a bit weary.

Outside, fireworks illuminated the night, creating a festive atmosphere for Christmas.

“Anastasia, I bought a bunch of fireworks and firecrackers. Grandma said that on Christmas Eve, after making ravioli, we have to set off firecrackers Jason put Snowball down and washed his hands, getting ready to make ravioli.

at the counter. “You know how to make

Jason smiled at

smile was genuinely charming,

to being warmed up.

won’t have to cook for anyone or try to please anyone

urge to please others was born from her fear of losing their affection, which had turned into a people-pleaser trait in her marriage.

hard to please Alastor, only

I’ll handle the cooking,” Jason rolled out the ravioli

her hands taught me how to make stuffed gnocchi.”

Anastasia murmured softly.

watching

reached out and took the rolling pin.

the North, we usually go for ravioli,” Jason put a chestnut in one of the ravioli. “The person who gets the chestnut is supposed to have good luck for the whole year.”

laughed at the

since she had laughed like this.

H

stuffed gnocchi before she passed away. She knew I loved the ricotta cheese filling, so that day, she made

eating, her mother said, “Annie, let’s go together.”

told Anastasia to go with her to somewhere very far

aside and spoke with determination. “From now on.

smiled. “Do you know what

death was eternal: everything else was

I’ll prove

sigh. “Jason, I’ve said it

she weren’t sick, she might have genuinely considered

have chosen to give

let go of Alastor and started a new love

calm and simple life.

have healthy