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.

had been 35 minutes since Alastor

less than ten minutes, while Alastor drove a car but couldn’t make it in 35 minutes during off-peak

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

“Are

Jason constantly looked back

on driving.” Anastasia knocked Jason

like

and turned his

Anastasia smiled.

seriously. “I had disliked you since six years ago because you were so nosy. You took me 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

anything. “So I already annoyed him

hate that you always act on your own, follow your ideas, and speculate what others think at will,” Jason

was a little disappointed. It turned out that she was

because this person is perfect or has no flaws. Liking someone is not necessarily love, but loving someone means tolerating

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

best time of their youth, they missed

would be

Anastasia stretched out both her hands and shouted.

so much?” she thought.

lifted her head and looked at