Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 199

Alastor was at a loss for words, seemingly recalling Anastasia’s efforts. His gaze lowered. “Anastasia, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Making it up, that’s what you say every time.” Anastasia only felt amused.

“Getting divorced and obtaining the divorce certificate upon leaving the hospital is the greatest compensation for me,” she thought.

“That couch, when unfolded, serves as a makeshift bed for caretakers. It is not as comfortable as your few-hundred-thousand-dollar mattress at your home. Just bear with it,” Anastasia said indifferently and lay down. Anastasia covered herself with the blanket and showed her back to Alastor. Turn off the lights and go to sleep.”

She didn’t want to see him.

Alastor sat on the couch and looked at Anastasia for a while. Alastor eventually stood up, walked over to the bedside, and raised his hand in an attempt to help her cover the blanket.

But Anastasia seemed to have discovered his intention. Anastasia covered herself with the blanket and didn’t give him this chance.

Alastor stood stiffly by the bed and looked at Anastasia for a long time.

“Annie…” After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice.

Anastasia ignored him.

Perhaps it was because every time he came home so exhausted in the past, Anastasia would gently embrace him, take off his clothes, and softly comfort him.

But now, all Anastasia gave him was a cold gaze and her back.

sat by the bedside and lay down sideways to hold Anastasia in his

hospital bed was so small that two people

tightly until

tired as he buried his head in Anastasia’s hair. “Let me hold

you, please…”

her wound, causing her forehead to break out in sweat

Alastor was probably not accustomed to

not accustomed to Anastasia being

eyes, she looked out the

before and

sarcastically.

but kept calling

The intimate way

his married yearning. Alastor rarely addressed her

past, he would only call her

eyes. It turned out that it was both painful

the pain lay in Alastor for not loving

came from regretting

should be more selfish. A bit more selfish

was hoarse. “My father… came to the company today, saying that his illegitimate child has the right to inherit my grandfather’s estate and

to talk with

the past, Alastor rarely talked to