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Chapter 1445
He pulled his long legs forward, clasped her slender wrists forcefully, and dragged her away.
She refused to leave, she did not want to leave with him.
He glanced back at her faintly, and sneered mercilessly, “I was wrong. Let this b@stard live for these two years is the biggest mistake I have made. He should have died long ago, right?”
Hearing such a threat, Amanda was shocked, and she really followed him again.
He took her out of the room and came to a small bungalow. He threw her into the bathroom and spit out a few words coldly, “Take off y0ur cl0thes and give me your dirty b0dy. Wash it up!”
He closed the door and let her wash herself.
He was standing on the balcony of the room, smoking cigarettes in two slender fingers, he was a heavy smoker, smoking three in a row.
The third cigarette butt was pinched out in the ashtray, he looked back, those red phoenix eyes were staring at the shower room door, as if a long century had passed before she had come out.
He pulled off his long legs and walked over, putting his big palm on the doorknob, and he directly wanted to open the door.
However, unable to open, she locked the door from inside.
She locked the door.
His heart fell, and suddenly he had a bad feeling. He lifted his long legs and kicked the door.
The door opened and he walked in. He stepped on the water on the ground, and the water in the bathtub overflowed, and a graceful figure was lying underwater.
Her beautiful black hair was all scattered under the water, and the white clothes were rippling, she was cold and dusty. She closed her eyes, and the corners of her bright red l!ps had a smile, which was soft and peaceful.
She committed suicide.
She wanted to drown herself.
His black pupils shrank violently. He didn’t know how he stepped forward and how he hugged her out of the water. He hugged her on the soft big bed in the room and gave her CPR over and over again.
Her small face was pale, with no sign of surviving.
She is dead.
Is she dead?
There is no expression on his handsome face. Two big palms are superimposed on her heart. He presses them down. He doesn’t know what he is doing. If she never wakes up, he will press it down forever.
How much time passed, when he was almost numb, she spit out, and woke up.
Her beautiful apricot eyes slowly opened, and she glanced at the crystal chandelier above her head blankly. A few seconds later, she muttered to herself, “Alive…Why are you still alive?”
She asked, why are you still alive?
He was gasping for breath, his shirt and trousers were soaked with water, the sweat from his forehead dripped down his handsome cheeks, he looked at her condescendingly, wishing to strangle her.
He doesn’t know why she committed suicide?
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