Billionaire’s Escaped Wife

Ada Wood’s optic nerve is stimulated by the same color as blood on the wall.

She’s going insane, spraying the wall and giggling at the same time.

Perhaps she felt that the red color was not appealing enough.

She stroked her arm with a jagged chunk of aluminum can she had picked up from the ground. Her white arm was covered in scarlet blood.

He painted on the wall with his own blood on a brush.

From a flower bone blossom into a murderous flower, one after another captivating rose, in her pen shape, as if alive.

Viola Turner also scooped up the pieces of the can Ada Wood had just used and stroked her arm hard.

“If you don’t have enough, use mine,”

he added, reaching out to Ada Wood. Two people’s blood blended together on the wall, forming lovely roses one after the other.

The sky is a red painted background, and beneath it is a flower painted with two people’s blood. She drew till there was no more blood coming out of her arms.

There is still one corner left.

Perhaps this blank is meant to remind her that life isn’t flawless and that there will always be flaws.

Ada Wood throws brush and spray paint on the ground before lying down and staring at the blue sky.

Originally, her world could not only be gray but also red.

The brilliant red of her blood is the color of her life.

This is the only artwork with color in it. Unlike the previous gray painting, this one is extremely bright and appears to be out of place.

“You know what? For the first time, I realize how lovely the red of blood is.”

Viola Turner turned his head to one side and glanced at Ada Wood’s side face

“I finally see why you are so obsessed with the color of blood. If I may, I would like to be your pigment.” Close your eyes and experience the warmth of the sun. Ada Wood has never felt more at ease than she does right now.

Viola Turner’s side body wiggles slightly toward her direction, quietly looking at her

. One hand supports his head as he gazes at Ada Wood’s lovely face.

He approaches her lips slowly.

Ada Wood opens her eyes one centimeter from her lips and looks at Viola Turner’s swollen face. Her imagination flashed a picture of the small boy grasping her hand, straining to go forward, as if unstoppable, thus running, running.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Finally, the young child and the person holding her hand vanished.

She couldn’t see the boy’s face from start to finish.

. Two people’s breath appeared to stop at that moment, and they looked at each other solemnly. A large hand shoved Viola Turner away and snatched up Ada Wood on the ground.

“I said, don’t move my girlfriend,” Aaron is facing Viola Turner’s body and kicks him out a few meters. Then he took Ada Wood and proceeded toward his car.

He just got a message from Barry saying that Ada Wood had been bullied by others. He raced to the location, but there was no sign of her.

Only then did he proceed to follow the two men’s leads and discover them here.

He cautioned Viola Turner not to touch little women a long time ago.

Ada Wood worked really hard.

The painting’s last corner was unfinished.

She wished to complete the picture.

Jump out of the arms of and then pick up the cans on the ground, facing his arm, hard to row down.

He stretched out to grab the scarlet blood that was flowing from his arm.

Then walk to the last corner, pick up the brush on the ground, stained with the blood of millions of cool cities, and continue to paint on it.

Ada Wood’s paintings in the last corner are vivid red, not roses. It’s a lovely flower. It can only exist on the road of the yellow spring, no matter how lovely it is. stands peacefully alongside Ada Wood, allowing her to use his blood as paint.

A red painting was completed quickly.

Ada Wood’s body was propelled against the wall. She mashed her body against hers, bent her head, and forced her to kiss her lips.

Ada Wood puts his hands on his chest, attempting to push him away.

The burning ache on her lips prevented her from exerting herself.

“Little woman,”

“you are mine, every inch of your body, only I can touch.” He pushed away, wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, scowled coldly at his gorgeous face, then followed Viola Turner into his automobile.

, “Ada Wood, when you get out of the car, should I let you ride in his car? Have I permitted you to accompany him?”

He would never let Ada Wood date Viola Turner.

If he departed this time, he might not be able to catch up with him the following time. Viola Turner starts the car and wants to get rid of Aaron.

Seeing Ada Wood unmoved, Aaron swiftly walks to Viola Turner’s automobile and glances at Ada Wood in the back seat.

Viola Turner didn’t want to get out of the automobile. he dashed towards the direction of cy Aaron.

Step on the gas and continue to accelerate.

Ada Wood becomes agitated and goes to the front, attempting to lift Viola Turner’s feet.

Finally, the car comes to a stop w, and Ada Wood rushes to the front from the rear seat due to inertia.

Aaron swiftly opened the door and retrieved Ada Wood from Viola Turner’s automobile and placed it in his car.

“Do not waste your time.”

” I lost her ten years ago when I pushed her away. I’m not going to do it again.” Viola Turner stared blankly at the front.

He had just accelerated in front of him, but he had already released the accelerator in the back, but she still rushed up nonetheless.

She has never ceased loving with all her heart. It’s time for him to let go.

“When she gets better, I’ll leave, and I won’t show up in front of her again.”

“It’s best.” Aaron returns to the car and hugs Ada Wood, who is terrified.

He expected Viola Turner to stop her, but he did not expect to stand with her and watch her get thrashed by Xenia Miller.

Such a man, what qualities to declare he loves her, what qualifications to stand by her side and protect her.

Ada Wood stares forward towards the road. She’s exhausted. She couldn’t get up since she was too tired.

She was still at peace, leaning in arms of Aaron. Clearly, she intended to leave him, but after seeing how much he would suffer, she decided to stay.

She despises such a self, just as she does Adair.

Adair would not feel as sad if Uncle Carter did not leave so quickly. If she could go back in time, she would rather be out of prison, alone, hidden in a place no one knows her, to begin a new life. Maybe this way, Winni won’t have an accident and won’t be like this.

“Little woman, remember that no matter what I do next, no matter how dissatisfied and unhappy you are, brother Aaron only loves you.”

“He just loves you, no matter what. He had to return to Zora Wood in the past. He’s now causing you pain. But keep in mind that Ada Wood is the sole person in Aaron’s heart from beginning to end. Ada Wood, who is haughty and demanding, or his hesitation after being freed from prison, refuses to accept him.”

Ada Wood raises his head and looks at his face of Aaron. Is that a confession? What a horrible confession. He just loved her, no matter what he did to make her upset. A man who was set to marry another woman assured her that he only loved her.