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Chapter 2256
It’s Avella!
Avella looked at Wilson affectionately with a shy face, and called out, “Wilson…”
“Why are you?” Wilson pushed Avella away in an instant, and sat up like a bullet, his brows were covered with a cold haze, and the whole person was about to drip out of gloomy water.
Avella covered herself with a quilt, feeling a bit wronged, “Mr. Wilson, it’s me, not me, but who else…who?”
“Wilson, last night…you were in pain last night. You grabbed me and I couldn’t get away…”
“Moreover, if this can alleviate… your pain, then I am naturally willing…”
She bit her lower lip and vividly interpreted an innocent image that had been bullied.
Wilson’s black eyes were filled with terrible red blood, and both hands were tightly clenched into fists, the bones and joints were already clenched to the white, and there was a “cuckling” sound, which made people listen to the creeps.
Avella felt that every minute and every second was torment and suffering, because she didn’t know what Wilson was thinking about now.
The atmosphere is depressing and suffocating.
After a long time, he slammed a fist against the wall.
She shrank in fright, Wilson’s hands were very strong, and a strong fist had already smashed a hole in the wall.
A few lines of blood dripped down his fist.
“Wilson, you are injured! Let me deal with the bandage for you!” Avella immediately grabbed Wilson’s hand.
But he didn’t catch it, Wilson suddenly got up and went into the bathroom.
Avella was left behind.
She froze on the bed alone, she could see that Wilson was shocked and regretful, he didn’t want the woman last night to be her at all!
Although he was not conscious last night, he knew Beth subconsciously.
He was holding her just now, and yelled—Beth in her ear.
But she and Wilson’s childhood sweethearts know the personality of this man very well. He is the proud son of heaven, and he has a heavy sense of responsibility and mission in his bones. Now he thinks she has been lost to him, and he can’t ignore her.
Avella felt that what she had to do now was to make Wilson be responsible for her.
Avella took out a knife, quickly scratched her finger, and the blood immediately came out.
She dripped blood on the messy sheets and made an illusion.
…
In the bathroom.
Wilson propped his hands on the washstand, and he looked at himself in the mirror.
During this period of time, he was dim and decadent. Now his face was full of haze. Drug addiction was constantly devouring his health and willpower. His eyes were sunken and he almost couldn’t recognize himself.
He opened the faucet and washed his face with cold water.
Last night, he had a dream…
He dreamed of Beth.
He dreamed that she was coming.
The feeling of that dream came to be so real that he could still recall it now, but when he opened his eyes, that person became Avella.
He and Avella, the childhood sweethearts are right, but he only regards her as his younger sister. If he likes Avella, it won’t be the same as now.
Now, everything is messed up.
He couldn’t accept that he had rolled the sheets with her, and Beth’s little oval face appeared in his head. She looked as cold as snow and warm as fire.
That night she sat on h!s lap and hugged his neck, and said to him —Allan, I have a habit of cleanliness, and I can’t tolerate sand in my eyes. Now you are my man, if you let me find you Warm up with other women. If there are entanglements, I will never let you go, I will personally end this!
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