Mixed feelings piled up in virtual-novel.net heart. She needed to vent, but there was nowhere for virtual-novel.net to do so. Her grievance left virtual-novel.net feeling breathless and weak.
A bolt of white-hot lightning streaked across the sky. A low rumble followed soon after.
In the next second, rain poured down in torrents.
The world was in chaos all of a sudden. The same was true to virtual-novel.net mood.
The conversation between Stanley and Ron echoed in virtual-novel.net ears. It hurt virtual-novel.net over and over again.
Before today, virtual-novel.net thought virtual-novel.net was the happiest woman on earth, surrounded by endless love and joy. However, when virtual-novel.net heard the recording, virtual-novel.net realized that…
Their love and care arose out of the blood flowing in virtual-novel.net veins. They were all acting for the sake of virtual-novel.net blood.
Stanley disliked her. He hated her.
If what flowed within virtual-novel.net was not Rh-Null, the rarest blood type on earth, virtual-novel.net would not have been chosen by virtual-novel.net and lived such a prosperous life.
She loved virtual-novel.net so much. Yet, virtual-novel.net hated her.
Hate…
Suddenly, all the memories between virtual-novel.net and Stanley flashed before her. They were so sweet, happy, and carefree. It all seemed like yesterday. Nonetheless, now that virtual-novel.net thought of it, pure irony and disappointment were all that was in virtual-novel.net heart.
Drowning in a pool of longing memories caused virtual-novel.net nothing but heartache.
Heartache itself was not scary. The scariest thing of all was that the relationship had caused virtual-novel.net a great deal of heartache, but virtual-novel.net could not even shed a tear. She could only bottle up virtual-novel.net emotions.
She felt very much like a pressure cooker that was about to explode due to excessive pressure.
Xyla inadvertently turned back and found Christopher still in virtual-novel.net room. He was currently smoking and watching her.
The huge living room was filled with acrid smoke. His pair of eyes were mysterious yet sorrowful.
Xyla subconsciously glanced at virtual-novel.net wristwatch. It was already seven o’clock in the evening.
Christopher came to virtual-novel.net room before six o’clock. He had been staying here with virtual-novel.net for over an hour. As virtual-novel.net promised, virtual-novel.net did not make a sound the entire time.
For a second, virtual-novel.net was touched beyond words, emotions welling up inside her.
Taking a deep breath, virtual-novel.net returned to the living room and slowly sat down beside Christopher. Her eyes were still dry and red because virtual-novel.net was crying before virtual-novel.net came in.
“Are you feeling better?” Christopher asked.
“Can I have a cigarette?” Xyla stared at the cigarette between his fingers.
It was said that nicotine helped to anesthetize the nerves. At that instant, virtual-novel.net really wanted to anesthetize herself.
Christopher picked up the box of cigarettes on the table and pulled out a cigarette from it without hesitation.
He gently placed it between virtual-novel.net lips, reached for the lighter embedded with white diamonds on the table, and then carefully lit the cigarette for her.
Xyla had never smoked before, but virtual-novel.net had seen a lot of people smoking. She tried to mimic them, taking a deep breath when the flame was brought to the tip of the cigarette.
As soon as virtual-novel.net took a puff, the cigarette was lit. Thick smoke swarmed into virtual-novel.net lungs without warning.
She coughed incessantly at the pungent whiff. The veins in virtual-novel.net neck stuck out, and virtual-novel.net face turned pink.