Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 119

Chapter 119

For Anastasia, her daily routine consisted of having three meals a day, washing and scrubbing, and taking care of household chores like a

full-time wife. After returning home, she diligently cleaned up the house and waited for her husband.

It was an endless wait.

She waited at home, waiting for her husband to come back.

She would greet him, asking whether he was tired, and gently prepare dinner for him.

Thinking about it now, she realized she used to live like a robot, not knowing how tired she was.

Anastasia sneered and reached out to help Alastor carry some groceries. But Alastor refused her help.

He insisted on carrying everything on his own.

Fortunately, there was another seat around. “Take the seat.”

Anastasia asked Alastor to sit down.

She looked as if she was going to get car sick.

Alastor was a little unhappy. “How can a gentleman sit when a woman is standing?”

Hearing that, Anastasia sat down without hesitation.

And so, Alastor stood like a resentful woman, holding bags of groceries in his hands for four stops.

When they finally got home, Alastor’s face was visibly sullen.

and silently washed the vegetables before cutting

kitchen knife and wanted to cut the asparagus.

the asparagus was supposed to be an easy

had never held a kitchen knife be able to cut vegetables skillfully all of a

was no surprise that Alastor cut

“Will you stop making trouble? If

a little impatient as she thought, “Is Alastor crazy

tapped on the table unhappily. “Were

deep breath and gritted

do whatever he wants,” she

phone on the dining table suddenly rang. It

get her phone, but Alastor grabbed it first.

answered the

phone away from him, but Alastor

hand and trapped her in his arms.

position became extremely intimate.

the phone!” Anastasia

phone, “I

saying that, Alastor hung

Alastor

Anastasia felt something was

wondered if it was probably because Alastor hated her so much that he decided to retaliate against her in another way.

far.” Anastasia took back her phone angrily, ignored Alastor’s finger injury, turned

phone. She wondered if he was

answer your call?” Alastor leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and seemed

that he must have been mentally ill.

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