Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 138

In less than ten minutes, Jason arrived.

When Jason spotted Anastasia standing by the roadside, he ran over in a panic before he could even park his scooter properly. He took off his coat while running and covered Anastasia with it. “What… What happened?”

Anastasia smiled and said, “I just fell on the road and was accused of faking an accident, so I called the police.”

Jason heaved a sigh of relief and asked, “Is everything clear now?”

“There are surveillance cameras. There is no way he could frame me.” Anastasia returned Jason’s coat to him. “You will get cold riding the scooter. If I sit in the back, I won’t feel cold.”

Jason stared at Anastasia suspiciously. But he saw that she had been smiling all this time, so he didn’t think much about it anymore. “The next time something like this happens, call me right away,” he said.

“Jason.” Anastasia sat on the scooter and tugged at Jason’s clothes.

Jason turned to check on Anastasia and put the helmet on her head, smiling. “Sit tight. My scooter is going fast.”

Anastasia was amused. “You might get caught if you don’t wear a helmet.”

“I’ll take the alleyway to avoid the traffic police.” Jason accelerated, and the scooter drove off.

Anastasia glanced at the time. “Thirty-five minutes,” she mumbled inwardly.

been 35 minutes since Alastor went to send Felicia

a scooter and arrived in less than ten minutes, while Alastor drove

up at the night sky, Anastasia tightened her grip on Jason’s clothes.

“Are

looked back at

on driving.” Anastasia knocked Jason on the

do you like me?” Anastasia

the brake and turned his head to look at Anastasia.

mind.” Anastasia

ago because you were so nosy. You took me in and protected me recklessly when I was being

already annoyed him six years

your ideas, and speculate what others think at

was a little disappointed. It turned out that she was really

Liking someone is not necessarily love, but loving someone means

scooter continued to move forward in the cold wind through the sycamore forest. The withered, yellow

the best time of their

would be for a lifetime.

Anastasia stretched out both her

die soon. Why should I care so much?” she thought. It seemed she

me. I’m not worth it.” Anastasia lifted her head and looked at the