Chapter 760: 395 Furious Flames Surge to the Sky

It’s like there’s a nail stuck in his throat, it even hurts to speak.

His intuition, her request must not be a good thing for him.

But since she asked him for a favor, how could he bear to refuse her?

"I think we shouldn’t meet anymore, and I don’t want to see Miss Willow again. Though she may not mean any harm, her presence inevitably reminds me how much of a failure my marriage is. Alexander, we can’t continue because, in matters of love, I’m not only picky but also proud and dignified."

Nora finished speaking and turned away, breaking cleanly.

Like a practitioner bidding farewell to the past, today felt like a ceremony.

"You may not love me, but why did you propose if you didn’t love me? You’ve shattered all my fantasies about marriage and love. Deception is something I cannot accept."

Her world has always been like this, her love is clearly delineated, intolerant of such matters.

He cannot tell her how her father threatened him with some shady things from his past, using the most tempting bait to lure him into proposing before truly knowing her.

He’s already hurt her once; he can’t hurt her a second time. How would such a dutiful girl react if she knew her marriage was arranged by her father?

She can resolve her husband’s deception with divorce, but the man is her most beloved father—she can’t let go, only make herself more miserable.

So he can’t tell her these things.

No matter how much liking or love flows like water, it’s no match for his shame.

Watching her figure gradually disappear around the waiting corner, he stood on the street, his slender silhouette casting a solitary shadow in the sunlight.

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Avery Jane wandered aimlessly on the street; she was happy, a longing for freedom and a new life.

She suddenly remembered she should go to a certain place.

The cemetery was still quiet as ever, in winter, the leaves turned yellow with decay, the photo at the top of the carved tombstone, he was so young, with a warm, bright smile.

"Wenyard, maybe I won’t be able to visit you often anymore. I want to leave, you protected me with your life, and you finally told me to live bravely, to love all things beautiful—I will."

Her fingers gently traced the engraved name on the tombstone she missed the most.

"Wenyard, don’t blame me, I am only helpless—I can only make a deal with the devil, but I find him terrifying, he wants more, more than I can accept."

She sat on the grass in front of the cemetery, slowly expressing herself.

If Wenyard knew underground, would he blame her for selling herself?

But the development of things is just like this, step by step, making it impossible to escape.

Knowing it was a dreadful swamp, yet could only sink further step by step.

"No one wishes to make a deal with the devil, I was forced, and unable to escape. But I’m so lucky, I’ve met a good person, Wenyard, if you have a spirit in heaven, make sure Senior Sister Thompson is happy."

Avery Jane slowly buried her head in her knees, she didn’t know whether her tears were of joy or sadness.

"I don’t know when I’ll be able to return, I don’t know how long I can escape, how far I can go. But Wenyard, this is my only chance. If he hadn’t died, I might not have dared to step onto this land again. Would you blame me for not visiting you?"

She couldn’t stay at the Hughes Family having to watch that man’s future wife there.

Ten months from now they would marry, would say ’I do’ before God, and have a lovely child, and herself?

It’s like a piece of paper he scribbled all over, used and then casually discarded,

The bitterness inside turning into tears, sadness flowing like a river...

Joshua Hughes’ office

Recently, he’s been too busy, so much so that he hasn’t seen the little girl awake for days.

When he gets home, she is always deeply asleep, and when he wakes up, she’s still sweetly dreaming.

In the morning light, her sleeping face serene and beautiful, he just doesn’t want to leave.

Just a few more days, in a few days it’ll be time to go on vacation, he couldn’t wait to take her to the tropical islands.

She fears the cold, so the icy places are out of the question; he imagines her graceful figure in swimwear, and the thought causes his rough Adam’s apple to move.

Is it because there hasn’t been relief for too long; these days her body is inconvenient, despite his frequent need she hasn’t shown any sign?

He’s never wanted a child so urgently, with a child he’d have a winning weapon.

"Sir, Miss Jane went out for coffee today, but after finishing she’s nowhere to be found."

The driver stammered as he reported; the sir had mentioned that any unusual circumstance with Miss Jane should be reported immediately to him. But now more than three hours have passed, he went inside and asked, the person had long gone.

Really dumbfounded him, everyone serving saw how much the sir valued Miss Jane.

If she really disappeared, his job might be truly unprotectable, not just the job, even half of his life might be forfeit.

"What do you mean by ’disappeared’?"

Joshua Hughes’ gaze instantly turned frighteningly cold, causing the surrounding air to plunge in temperature.

"Today Miss Jane said the weather was great, she wanted to go out for coffee, then she went inside, then she left, and later I couldn’t find her."

The driver didn’t know how to explain. Even though the person on the other end of the line didn’t speak, he still felt like walking on eggshells, fearing that a bad answer would lose him this high-paying job.

Joshua Hughes hung up the phone, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his proud jaw clenched tightly, anger slowly spreading throughout his eyes—she must have gone somewhere she didn’t want him to know about, otherwise she wouldn’t have ditched the driver.

The sense of anger slowly spread from his eyes to every cell of his body, the whole air was lit by the man’s terrifying raging fire, crackling all around.

Where would she go?

Yates Family?

He said he’d take her back, but she quietly refused, she said some things were already in her heart, even if dismantled she wouldn’t remember.

She went to Lucas Yates’ grave?

This realization made him unable to restrain the urge to tear her apart in madness.

This damnable woman, heartless, he was thinking after so many incidents to take her to relax for several days, but she just hadn’t considered wanting to get along with him properly.

Her heart was indeed filled with that dead man, no one can insert a needle or pour water into.

The phone kept ringing stubbornly.

She had just called a taxi; she didn’t want the driver to bring her here.

Because she didn’t want Wenyard to see anyone from the Hughes Family, even a driver couldn’t do, the Hughes Family, that filthy and shadowy family, is unworthy of appearing before Wenyard.

She pulled out her phone from her bag, intending to answer and tell the driver she’s shopping at the mall, but upon seeing the number, she was instantly scared out of her wits.

Joshua Hughes, this haunting man, he always appears when she least wants him to, like now.

This is where Wenyard rests; she didn’t want to answer, yet was as if hypnotized. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Perhaps because she simply couldn’t bear the consequences of his rage from not answering, or perhaps for some other reason; she didn’t have any time left to think anymore.

"Hello..." her voice still carrying a heavy nasal tone, clearly heard through the sound waves—she had cried, and cried very sadly.

"Where have you been?"

Joshua Hughes asked through gritted teeth; if she dared lie to him, he would definitely let her know the outcome of deception—she’d have to stay in that room forever, never thinking of going out again.

"I... " Avery Jane stopped at her lips but didn’t know how to answer.

Lie or not lie, perhaps neither ending would be very good for her?

The bitter tears trickled down again.

She was crying, the line clearly silent, but he could feel her tears rolling down one by one, as if landing in his heart, scorching scars one after another...

"Where exactly did you go?" feeling her sobbing wails, as if so sad she couldn’t speak.

Sure enough, she went to see that dead man.

Blazing with anger, did he give her too much freedom?