Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 182

Jason stood on the side of the road, looking somewhat despondent.

His gaze was fixed on Anastasia, and no matter how much Kimberly tried to pull him away, he refused to leave.

Jason wanted to wait for Anastasia’s decision, even though she had repeatedly chosen Alastor in the past.

“Alastor, let’s meet at the City Hall tomorrow. Kimberly has had too much to drink. I need to take her back,” Anastasia said calmly, turning to Jason and assisting him in supporting Kimberly.

Glaring at Kimberly, Anastasia lowered her voice and asked, “Are you the one who messaged Alastor?”

Kimberly, who pretended to be drunk, responded in hushed tones, “He begged me for two hours, and I could not refuse.”

Anastasia sighed and checked the time. It was only two in the afternoon at that moment.

“You should go back. I know you are still soper.” Anastasia flagged down a taxi and assisted Kimberly in getting inside. “Anastasia!” Kimberly wanted to say something.

However, seeing that Anastasia wasn’t interested in listening, Kimberly had no choice but to leave first.

“Annie, can we talk?” Alastor approached, wanting to have a conversation with Anastasia.

find

Anastasia any further away from him. Alastor held back his emotions and continued to speak. “Kimberly mentioned that you think of him as a little brother, and I

bother? Back then, I said I wouldn’t divorce, but you insisted on

I do not mind if you want to exact revenge on me, but please follow me home first.” All Alastor wanted was for Anastasia to go back with

and did not want to talk to Alastor too

attention to Alastor either and

the divorce, then.” Alastor’s voice had become hoarse. Alastor reached out and took Anastasia’s hand in his/ “Let

want anything of yours, and

certificate.”

tightened his grip on Anastasia’s hand.

at Alastor, unsure of what he

worth cherishing in that house?”

was still Snowball. But now Alastor realized he had nothing else that could entice

was gone, whether it was Snowball or

not my home anymore.” Anastasia shook her head and pulled her hand away from Alastor’s grip before turning to leave.

far behind Anastasia, observing the scene.

Jason glanced

Alastor frowned and