She Killed My Ex

Chapter 65 His Decision

Chapter 65 His Decision

They dashed forward all the way. Cyrus felt his boss's car speed was too fast. It was crazy.

The group stopped at Royal Club.

"Boss." Cyrus just called out, while his boss has already past him quickly, striding into the lobby of Royal Club. He did not stop all the way, walking straight to the elevator.

Cyrus rushed to follow him.

Bentley looked rather indifferent. At a very fast rate, he dashed forward with his slender legs. Marissa's office was ahead, and the door was in front of him. He walked all the way in a hurry and did not knock but pushed the office door heavily.

As soon as Marissa looked up, she saw Bentley walking over to the couch in a very fiery manner.

"Mr. Shawn, Callie's not awake yet." Marissa saw that Bentley was angry, and quickly spoke up to remind him, which meant, "Mr. Shawn, if you have anything to say, wait until Caroline wakes up. She is a patient now."

Bentley didn't look at Marissa. Just at that time, Cyrus followed him and came.

Bentley bent down, picked up the woman who was putting on a drip on the couch, and gave Cyrus a glance. Cyrus immediately went up and removed the saline bag from the makeshift infusion iron frame on the side of the couch.

"Mr. Shawn, where are you taking Callie?" Seeing the situation, Marissa did not care about anything and rushed forward. Before Bentley getting out, she blocked the office door. With her arms open, she blocked his way.

The man in front of him was tall and well-built with a straight posture. At the moment, his marvelous handsome face was filled with coldness. Having been stopped by Marissa, Bentley lowered his eyes and looked at her. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Marissa's heart fluttered up and down, not to mention how nervous she was at the moment. Especially Bentley's glance made her heart panic. "Mr. Shawn." she said. Taking a glance at Caroline, she made up her mind, gritted her teeth and said.

"Mr. Shawn, Callie's not awake yet. Where are you taking her?"

The truth was that Bentley looked out of place from the moment he walked in the door.

When Marissa thought of Caroline was suffering today, she admitted that she should not have meddled. But if even she did not care about Caroline the fool, Caroline would really have to live in dark and couldn't get out.

"Mr. Shawn, you can't take her away right now."

Marissa bit the bullet and said. God knows the shirt on her back was already wet with sweat.

"Marissa, get out of the way. The boss won't bother with you about what just happened." Cyrus's eyes moved slightly and said to Marissa suddenly.

Marissa was aware that Cyrus was relieving her, but she clenched her fist and said, "Callie's body..."

"Marissa, I'm only going to say this once." Bentley gave an icy glare to Marissa and warned her indifferently, "Get out of the way."

He was upset at the moment, and if Marissa wanted to get killed, he would be willing to do it.

"Marissa, I'm only going to say this once. Get out of the way." Marissa recalled what Bentley said. She saw the coldness in Bentley's eyes. Her heart shuddered, cold sweat seeped out on her forehead, and she looked at Caroline again. The time was especially long at this moment, at least Marissa felt so.

Ultimately, she buried her head and took a step to the side silently. "Sorry, Callie." she thought.

She was also afraid of Bentley. This man's ability and means, his mind and cold blood, all of which she has witnessed.

Bentley would not tolerate a disobedient henchman.

Bentley took Caroline away, leaving Marissa alone, who stood still and did not move.

It was a long time before Marissa lifted her head and whispered to the empty air, "Callie, I love myself more. I'm sorry."

Her heart ached for Caroline the foolish woman, because in Caroline she saw the same foolish woman once she was. It was a past that she didn't want to recall.

But, compared with feeling sorry for that fool, Marissa knew that she had inherited a selfish human trait--she loved herself more.

Marissa did not do wrong. What's more, from Marissa's standpoint, though knowing what kind of person her boss was, today she chose to step forward, block his way and plead for Caroline with a few words, Marissa has tried hard.

The 28th floor of Royal Club was not where Bentley's home located, it was only his occasional stopping point.

Cyrus was speechless all the way. Like a shadow, he followed the man in front of him who was in anger all over. And Cyrus's hand was holding up the saline bag.

Ding!

Cyrus followed Bentley out of the elevator and headed for the bedroom on the 28th floor.

There was no iron frame to hang the saline bag, the man placed the woman in his arms in the big bed, and took the clothes rack at the door as a makeshift. Without saying a word, Bentley took the saline bag from Cyrus's hands. While hanging the saline bag on the rack, he said indifferently, "You can go."

"Boss..." Cyrus wanted to say something. But he just said a word, and his voice stopped abruptly. He thought for a while, hesitated, and finally he said, "Yes, boss."

Bentley did not look at the woman on the bed, he went straight to the French windows and sat down on the sofa by the window.

At the moment, he was tempted to shake the woman in bed awake and ask what was going on with her and Antonio.

In the end, the impulse was resisted.

He was sitting on the single calfskin sofa by the window. With his elbow propped up on the arm of the sofa and his head supported by his hand, he looked quietly in the direction of the king-size bed.

Outside, there was a sudden thunderstorm.

There was frequent thunder and lightning.

Under the loud noise, the woman on the bed was quiet more like a soulless corpse.

If she was not breathing, and if she didn't have a regular rise and fall of her chest at the moment, she would really look like a corpse lying still on the bed.

In the bedroom, the headlight was off, only the wall lamp above the bed was turned on to shine clear whether there was medicine in the saline bag. The wall lamp above the bed could not play the role of the headlights in the end. It couldn't shine the side of the floor window.

It was dim under the floor-to-ceiling window. A lightning flashed overhead just behind the window which was behind the man. The blue light of the lightning illuminated the floor-to-ceiling window at once. In the blue light, the man's handsome face was illuminated at a moment, which looked even colder.

"Hmm!" the person on the bed suddenly moaned painfully. The man on the sofa still remained seated.

"Hiss!" the sound was even more painful.

The man on the sofa clenched his jawbone, but remained motionless.

Puffing and blowing, the sound became more and more painful. She lay on the bed, even curling herself up gradually into a ball.

Suddenly.

The man moved.

Bentley stood up abruptly. Unknown emotions were hidden in his dark, cold stare. Step by step, he walked pit-a-pat towards the big bed.

His arm stretched out slowly, and his long, slender hand reached for the face of the person on the bed.

Suddenly!

He locked around the throat of the person on the bed with his fingers!

"If there is someone in the world who disturbs my mind," the teenage Bentley once said to Anderson himself, "I would kill her with my own hands."