Telling Lies, loving you

Chapter 228 She Left

In the emotional world, the one who fell in love first would lose.

Michelle didn't know what to do with love, so she stumbled all the way and was deeply hurt.

"Michelle, where the hell are you?"

With a bottle of wine in his hand, Scott kept drinking on the bedside. He looked out of the window with his blurred eyes. The wind gently blew up a corner of the curtain. Indistinctly, he seemed to see a figure standing outside the balcony.

He thought it was her, so he quickly got up from the ground and stumbled over. But when he opened the curtain, he found that it was still dark outside.

Where would Michelle go? She had no relatives or friends in C City. Where would she go?

Someone said that Michelle had died in a car accident a month ago, but he didn't believe it. He believed that his Michelle was still alive. No, he must find Michelle, even if it would take him a lifetime.

When Scott was about to open the door and walk out with a bottle of wine, a tall figure blocked his way.

He glanced at him coldly and pushed him away. "Let go of me. I'm going to find Michelle."

Although Scott was drunk, he still cared about Michelle subconsciously. He missed her so much that he almost went crazy.

Seeing that Scott was reeking of alcohol and tiredness, Walter was furious and pulled him into the room with grabbing his arms.

"Scott, please wake up? Michelle is dead. She died in a car accident a month ago! " Sitting on Scott's laps, Walter grabbed his collar and said angrily.

However, the drunken Scott didn't take Walter's words seriously. He pushed him away and continued to stagger out with the bottle.

Walter didn't chase after him. Because he didn't know what to say.

He didn't believe that Michelle was dead as well, but he had to accept the fact that she had disappeared for so long.

With the bottle in his hand, Scott staggered out of the villa, his face full of pain. There was nothing more painful than losing Michelle. His heart seemed to have dried up.

If Michelle really died, he would go with her. In this world, there was nothing he could miss. Losing Michelle was more painful than anything else.

He fell to the ground and kept putting the bottle in his hand into his mouth. He was depressed. "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Michelle wouldn't have left. She must not want to see me. Yes, it must be like this. "

"Scott, please wake up. Do you think you can find Michelle by indulging yourself in the world of drunkenness every day? Your idea is too simple!"

As soon as Emily got out of the car, she saw the man lying in the middle of the road. She immediately walked over with her belly up. As Michelle's good friend, she didn't have the heart to see Scott so depressed.

Now that they had lost Michelle, they couldn't let anything happen to Scott again.

Fortunately, the knife last time was not deeply stabbed, otherwise, Scott would have disappeared from everyone's eyes. Jared also came here. When he heard about his son's situation, he immediately rushed over from the old house of the Jiang.

"Clap!" With a loud bang, Jared slapped hard on Scott's face. He really wanted to beat Scott up now. What's the point of going on like this? Scott, the power holder of the Jiang Group, now ended up like this. Other would criticize the Jiang Group while seeing this situation. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Without Olivia, Jared was also in great pain. He always felt that it was his failure to protect Olivia that led to today's situation.

He could feel the pain of Scott, but they were men, so decadent was a coward.

Emily and Walter were stunned at the same time. They stared at Jared with their eyes wide open, but said nothing. Because of this slap, Scott became much sober.

"Take him back."

With the order of Jared, the servants in the villa welcomed him one after another, and then carried Scott into the villa.

"It's snowing."

She stood on the balcony and felt the coldness outside. From time to time, snowflakes would fall on her face. The cold touch made her realize the coming of winter.

This was the first snow of this winter. She didn't expect to see it in A City.

She reached out to catch the snowflakes. Although she couldn't see them, she could feel the coldness in her hands, which made her feel at ease.

Time passed like this.

In life, there was no matter how much regret, how much pain, luck, or misfortune, it was the past. It was all the past, and it would be comfortable to let it go.

Life was like a dream, but it was not a dream, because it was too real. Life was like water, but it was water because there was bitterness.

She cherished the happiness around her, appreciated her own possession, put down the things that she couldn't bear, looked down on the things that she couldn't figure out, threw away the things that she couldn't figure out, and healed the things that she hated.

After such a long time, gradually, some things were forgotten.

Two years later.

"Mr. Michelle, your boyfriend is picking you up again. Oh, how happy you are! "

Half past four in the afternoon was the after school time. Michelle walked on this familiar path with a blind stick in her hand. She didn't say anything, but smiled at the source of the voice.

Although she couldn't see, it didn't mean that her heart was blind. Teaching was a common thing for her. Although she couldn't see, she could still teach the children what she had learned.

She taught the kids English. Although she couldn't see the letters on the book, she would use the voice function of the computer to prepare for the class the whole night before the class. On the second day, everything would be better as long as following it.

At first, it was a little difficult, but after a long time, she felt it was not a big deal.

In a twinkling of an eye, it was the second summer since she left C City. As she was walking, she was suddenly lifted up by someone and sent into the car.

She blushed because she didn't expect him to do so in front of so many people. There were still her students and some teachers in the school. She thought that this action must have been seen by others.

"Are you used to it?"

"What?"

She didn't know what he was asking, so she opened her mouth again. It turned out that he was talking about work.

"Yes. "Her answer is very simple. At least she doesn't know how to talk to this man.

It had been two years since she had lived with a man who she never met. When she thought back, she felt she was really impulsive at that time. But fortunately, this man did not do anything to her.

It had been two years, but her eyes hadn't recovered yet. She really didn't dare to hope her recover.

When they got home, Michelle went back to her room under the guidance of the other party. "Frank."

When he was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly stopped him. Frank stopped and looked down at her without saying anything.

"Thank you."

The words hurt Frank's heart.

He frowned and looked a little unhappy. He didn't like her to say that.

"From now on, don't say these words." After saying that, Frank stood up and left the room. However, his attitude made Michelle think of Scott again.

When they first met, Scott said the same words.

She had thought that she could forget her feelings for him after two years, but she still couldn't do it. She couldn't hate him, and she didn't know if he was still alive.

The scene that Scott stabbed a fruit knife into his chest was still vivid in her mind. Even if she was blind, she would never forget it.

At dinner time, Michelle went downstairs again. She was familiar with this house. In order to be convenient, Frank specially built a special passage for blind people for her.

In fact, she had seen through his heart. Michelle was not a fool. Of course she knew why a man treated her well.

She wanted to leave, but she couldn't find an excuse.

In the past two years, everyone knew that Frank had taken good care of her. His identity was mysterious, but she didn't ask more.

Frank pulled out a chair aside, held Michelle's hand and let her sit on it.

"What do you want to eat?" As soon as Michelle sat down, she heard Frank's voice.

"What's on the table?" Michelle tilted her head slightly and looked at the source of the voice, even if she couldn't see the other party's face at all.

Frank explained the things on the table one by one, which seemed to suit her appetite. Frank kept picking up food for her. Such a warm scene spread to everyone's eyes in belief.

As the leader of the gang, Frank was willing to be so humble for a woman. This made him look like a pure man in love instead of the murderous Frank.

Everyone around him knew that Frank never coveted beauties. At least women were just tools for him to vent his anger.

"Boss, are you serious? After all, she was Scott's woman. She had been dirty. Your sacrifice made our men feel uncomfortable. " After dinner, Frank and his most proud subordinate stood in the study.

Hearing what his subordinate said, Frank was naturally uncomfortable. "Andrew Zhao, how many years have you been with me?" Frank's face was full of coldness, which made people have to step back vigilantly.

Andrew Zhao knew he had said something wrong, so he bowed and said, "boss, I know I was wrong."

Frank glanced at him without saying anything, and the man named Andrew Zhao left wisely. Frank killed people without a blink of an eye. It was already a lucky thing for him to let him go this time.

The night wind blew up the curtain slightly, and the rain floated into the house without any light through the gap of the window.

The door was pushed open. Looking at the dark room, Scott reached out to turn on the light.