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Chapter 2262
Does he think she is annoying?
Does he think she is a burden?
He doesn’t want to waste time on her anymore?
It’s not just the two of them here, but Neil and Avella, his dearest and beloved comrades-in-arms, he actually forced her into such an embarrassing situation?
Beth’s white eyes suddenly turned red.
Wilson felt a sudden pain in his heart, he felt unable to breathe, the stronger and brave the girl, the more her collapse was in an instant, he knew that he had completely broken her heart.
Maybe she won’t like him soon.
In this way, well, he is not worth it.
He and Avella… couldn’t turn around, neither would he forgive himself.
He is addicted to drugs again, and the hope of survival is very slim.
She is still young, and there is no need to waste her time on him.
Wilson calmly said, “Beth, I don’t want to see you. If you don’t want to cause trouble for me, then immediately leave and go home.”
After speaking, Wilson turned around and stopped looking at her.
He could not look at her anymore, because he was afraid that he would feel soft, and he was afraid that he would be unable to hold her in his arms the next second.
Soon, his tall body suddenly stiffened, because two small hands stretched out from behind and hugged his sturdy waist directly, and Beth hugged him tightly from behind.
“This is the second time.” She whispered.
what?
“This is the second time. You said you don’t want me anymore. The first time was three years ago. You pushed me so cruelly.”
“Allan, I can forgive you this time. I know you have undertaken too much. You must have your reasons and considerations for saying these things. However, there are no more than three things. If there is another time, you will say that you don’t want me. Then I will really leave.”
Wilson’s heart hurt and softened immediately, he said so, and he still couldn’t drive her away.
He knew what she said was true, and if there was a third time, she wouldn’t want him again.
No matter how deeply she loves, she will personally take a knife and cut him out of her heart.
Wilson slowly raised his hand, and his rough fingertips fell on her little hand. Her skin was very slippery, and he held her hand into his palm.
He closed his eyes and opened it again, he mercilessly removed her hand, “Beth, don’t you want to hear my answer? I can answer you now.”
She asked, does he like her?
Now, he can give her the answer.
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