Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 196

“Anastasia, you will still have your kid in the future,” Jason comforted her in a low voice.

“Hope so.” Anastasia took a deep breath. “You know what? When Harold’s knife stabbed me, I… unexpectedly felt a desire to

live.”

Anastasia herself was also shocked.

She probably did not want to die.

She wanted to live.

After all that, she realized that nothing was more important than health.

Being alive meant countless possibilities for the future.

She shouldn’t continue to be trapped by Alastor’s side.

It was an endless loop.

“Anastasia, you deserve the best of everything.” Jason took a white rose and put it in her hand.

Anastasia looked up. “Why a white rose?”

white rose,” Jason responded

always be the white

like is the version of me you’ve imagined, not the real me. Do you understand what liking someone is, what love is, what marriage is?” Anastasia sighed. “It means dealing with everyday hassles, necessities, and meals. Over time, we’ll have occasional quarrels and reveal our true colors and flaws. Eventually, even two people who cuddle up to each other will quarrel every day and become tired

most would

willing to give me a chance and yet already labeled me in your heart.” Jason snorted, snatched the white rose from Anastasia,

at the bouquet of flowers. For some

and take care of Grandma Penelope?” Anastasia looked at Jason.

“Would he be too tired this

“I’ll

go

later. There’s a caretaker with her.” Jason earnestly helped Anastasia

Jason. “What he just said seems to make a point.

her eyes slowly and

want to drag him down.” “I told the nurse not to let anyone disturb you, especially the psychopath next door.” Jason cut the apple and put it and a fork in the lunch box. Then he put the lunch box on the

the meticulous Jason and found herself in

one would surely choose Alastor… But it’s only through experiences that I come to understand what’s truly precious. Some people would rather

a deep breath and looked at Jason. “I want to

for a moment.

I can, help me bring one,” Anastasia whispered with a trace of pleading.

thought for a while. “Okay, I’ll

smiled and

seemed to have

didn’t dare