Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 198

“I said go back to your ward first.” Alastor suppressed his emotions and ushered Felicia out.

Felicia’s eyes turned red as she looked at Anastasia. “You must be pleased. Alastor will be tired of you too someday.”

Anastasia chuckled.

She thought, “Tired of me? He has long grown tired of me. It’s just that he suddenly leaves his comfort zone. It’s only because I have truly made up my mind about the divorce that he momentarily loses his composure.”

“Alastor, I’ll wait for you next door.” Felicia looked at Alastor with a meaningful gaze and turned to leave.

Her eyes were full of seduction.

The implication was clear.

Anastasia let out a sarcastic laugh. There was a high probability that Alastor would have to go and placate her well later. After all, he was even willing to scold her that day.

“You, too, get out,” Alastor asked Jason to leave.

Alastor thought Jason was in the way.

“It’s you who should get out of here.” Anastasia frowned and was unable to stand Alastor’s condescending attitude.

“Anastasia…” Alastor took a deep breath.

everything, but whenever he saw Anastasia defending

I’m here with you. Let him

the lunch box. Then, she handed it to Jason. “I want

Jason nodded.

Jason

and was silent for a long time. Eventually, he left with the lunch box in

not being fair to

and staying overnight in such a cramped ward to suffer was the kind of hardship Alastor should experience as

four years, and he hadn’t

want to stay overnight and take

nodded seriously. “I’m your husband. Of course, I’ll be the one to take care

seem exhausted. You won’t

sleep. When they had just gotten married, they used to sleep in separate rooms because he was not used

slowly got used to it, and he let Anastasia stay. However,

had unexpectedly volunteered to stay overnight at the hospital.

garbage on the table. “Clean up.

so he would do whatever

brings

a moment. Alastor took a garbage bag and collected all

to be massaged every three hours. You can follow the massage instructions at the head of the bed and massage my legs.” Anastasia leaned against

obediently and reached out to

“Alastor’s hands are

the past, Anastasia thought Alastor’s hands were only fit for holding a pen