99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear

"You really can't get through to me," Joey frowned, his voice indifferent: "Why bother with someone like me?"

He stood there, memories of the past flashing through his mind.

Thinking about everything he had done to her in their five years of marriage, but in

all those memories, there were hardly any things he had done for her.

He had never cared about her.

So it was no wonder that they had come to this point, wasn't it?

He was very clear in his heart, but that strong sense of reluctance still burned like a raging fire in his heart.

Joey seemed to be in a daze for a while, shaking his head mockingly.

When he looked at Stacy again, his eyes returned to a cruel calm.

"I've already made too many mistakes, but no matter what, it's impossible between us now."

He glanced at the crying child, perhaps remembering that he had also had a child with Willa, and finally sighed

softly.

"Hurry up and comfort the child, at least be a responsible mother."

Stacy seemed to remember then that she had a biological child who was crying and clinging to her clothes, depending on her.

She squatted down and sobbed as she comforted the child, tears streaming down her face first.

Willa had once sarcastically said that she was too greedy and would be punished by fate.

She thought she had grasped Joey's heart and acted with impunity, but until this moment, she realized she was completely wrong.

Joey went home and sat on the sofa, looking at the long-life lock and silver bracelets for children that he had prepared.

Everything in the house related to the child was added by him personally.

But now, the warmth that should have been in the home was only empty and cold.

Joey covered his face with his hand, the house was too quiet, even a slight sob was so clear.

A week later.

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The night was as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

I just got off work and walked out of the hospital when my phone rang. I took a look and answered.

"Mom."

"When are you taking a break?"

"Day after tomorrow, why?" I was a bit puzzled. My mother rarely asked about my work.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then she said with a smile: "What for, of course, to consider your lifelong matters. Do you really want to stay unmarried for that guy for the rest of your life?"

"No." I choked, I certainly wouldn't stay alone for Joey for the rest of my life, but that doesn't mean I can

immediately start a new relationship now.

I tried to be tactful and said: "Mom, I'm not ready yet..."

"It's too late to say that. I've already arranged it for you." My mother sighed and interrupted me, her tone a bit stronger: "Don't worry, my eyesight is good. The guy has a good family background and a good appearance. He is the son of my friend. We know each other well. He will definitely not let you be wronged." "Go and meet him tomorrow afternoon. It's settled. Don't stand someone up." My mother hung up after saying this, and I didn't even have time to say "no." There was no way. Even if I didn't want to accept this arrangement, at least I couldn't stand someone up and had to explain it clearly to the other party.

But I didn't expect that the blind date arranged by Mrs. Cora Bennett was the man sitting in the back seat of the Maybach that day!

The man looked at me, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.

I laughed awkwardly and sat down, thinking about fate, and wondering whether to introduce myself first or apologize, because I still remembered the scrape with his

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While I was hesitating, the man spoke first, his eyes as deep as a pool, and he stretched out his fair and slender

hand: "Tristan Franco."

I hesitated for a moment, shook his hand: "Willa."

"I remember you." Tristan's eyes curved slightly, and our hands separated after a brief touch.

His voice was low and deep, like the sound of jade hitting and pearls falling in my

ear.

When I took back my hand, the warmth of the man's body seemed to still linger in my palm, and my heartbeat sped up for no reason.

"Is that so?" I laughed dryly, not expecting that he would also remember that embarrassing incident in the morning.

A D..llat To His Heart

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I held a cup of warm water on the table and hesitated to apologize: "I'm really sorry about that morning, it wasn't

intentional..."

"It's not that."