Always in Love with You

Chapter 167 His Secret (Part One)

It was a small apartment with a bedroom, a living room and a living room.

Simon was not shameless enough to be in front of her. When she was shrinking into the sofa, the door of the bedroom was slammed shut.

She didn't know if it was because of the bad sound insulation effect of the room or because of the loud noise in the bedroom, she just covered her ears with her hands, and those ambiguous sounds that made people blush and heart beat continue to go into her head.

She lay on the sofa for a long time, and the bedroom was still open. The reason why Simon was so brutal was that he wanted to wake up Avril all night. Of course, he wanted to make a display of his strength to her.

She couldn't fall asleep. After a few rounds, she was attracted by a light colored light on the tea table. She sat up and leaned over. It was the moonlight reflected by her cell phone.

It was Avril's phone. It might be put in her head when she came here. She had already guessed what Simon would do to her, and before she came here, she had already made up her mind what to do.

Clenching her phone, she glanced around. She was the only one in the living room, not under surveillance. He put his phone back to his pocket, stood up quietly, opened the door and went out.

A cold wind mixed with the salty and fishy smell rushed over her, causing her to have goose bumps. She subconsciously wrapped her coat more tightly, but she still trembled with cold.

It was estimated that the temperature here had reached below zero degree Celsius. She was wearing a thin coat in the autumn weather. She didn't even get out of her bedroom. In contrast, she was almost naked in the hallway.

The corridor was empty, and the window was closed. She could not feel the wind blowing. The feeling like being soaked in ice eroded her body in all directions. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

However, there was no signal. She turned around and found nothing. She was extremely depressed. What the hell was this place! Once the mobile phone had no signal, it meant no problem. No wonder that Simon was so generous that there was no monitor. Now she was like a bird locked in a cage, with wings still, but she could never fly out.

She didn't want to go back to the room, so she walked along the corridor. After what happened just now, she was no longer sleepy. Her nerves were in a state of high tension. Many images flashed through her mind, most of which was the scene that Avril was bullied. And the scene that Bruce suddenly pushed the door open and took her away.

She walked to the window and looked up at the night sky. The moon was about to fall and the darkness in her heart was even deeper than the night. Fortunately, it was early in the morning and the dawn was coming.

Suddenly, there was a light fragrance in her nose. It felt like a orchid blossoming in a seafood market, silently emitting a delicate fragrance.

She felt a little strange. She walked in the direction of the scent and went downstairs. Wall lamps were on in the hallway. Under the dim light, people could only read books.

The further they went down, the stronger the fragrance was, with a faint smell of smoke. It was more like She recalled that she had gone to a temple with her classmates, where the incense was carefully held by some kind-hearted men and women, burned and smelt.

However, the smell in front of him was sweeter and more attractive than that.

She was more and more confused. Was there anyone in this villa who was praying to God? Or maybe it's written in some ancient novels that she would smell the incense in the incense stove before she went to bed?

This idea popped out from nowhere. With her empty eyes and dim light, she had a feeling of sadness.

It was not a good feeling! The villa was dead silent and gloomy everywhere. There seemed to be no one here except the room she walked out.

She wanted to go upstairs immediately!

At this moment, the door at the end of the corridor squeaked. Jean was startled and immediately looked in that direction.

One of the doors was opened. The dark tone solid wood doors cast a swaying shadow on the ground along with the rhythm of the wind. It seemed that the gate was open and the smoky air came out like the tide.

She was so scared that she almost cried out. Her body was shaking severely, and her legs were weak. Her whole body's strength seemed to be sucked out completely. At this moment, something flashed through her mind. But due to her nervousness or fear, she missed a key point.

She knew that in such a strange and strange place, there shouldn't be any curiosity, but for some reason, she just couldn't help it. As if afraid she would scream out, she covered her mouth with her hand, moved there step by step and slowly approached.

When she reached the door and saw what was going on inside, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in horror.

Inside the sachet, there was a celestial position, and a wisp of smoke curled and twisted in it. Behind the smoke was a photo of a girl, on which a girl with long, black hair. But the photo was soaked in water, got wet in rain and became yellow. Even though the wound had been treated, there were still wisps of yellow scars on it. The girl's face was blurry and nobody could see what she looked like, but she felt that she should be very young in school uniform, as if she were eighteen or nineteen years old.

Then she saw on the paper, it wrote, "lost wife" and Simon was standing next to her.