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.

minutes since Alastor

scooter and arrived in less than ten minutes, while Alastor drove a car but couldn’t make it in 35

up at the night sky, Anastasia tightened

“Are

Jason constantly looked

knocked Jason on the head.

do you like me?”

the brake and turned

Anastasia

in and protected me recklessly when I was being chased and beaten by those people. I hate you for many things. You only had an egg and a cup of 10-cent hot chocolate for breakfast but kept the pie for

anything. “So I already annoyed him six

ideas, and speculate what others think at will,”

was a little disappointed. It turned out that she

no flaws. Liking someone is not necessarily love, but loving someone means tolerating all shortcomings of

sycamore forest. The withered, yellow leaves were falling and scattering all

of their youth,

once missed, it would be for

stretched out both her hands

I care so much?” she

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