Bleeding Love

Chapter 27 Would You Feel Better if I Died

“I don't think it's a bastard, because he's got a mother and a father. How can he be a bastard?” Aleena

laughed sarcastically. “In that case, what is the point of your saving me? What's the difference between

that and letting me die?”

“Or...” Aleena's eyes fixed on him. “Do you think you will feel better if I die at your hands?”

Spencer’s body shook slightly and then he was indifferent, “We two haven't divorced and you have a

child of other man. It is a bastard!”

Aleena paid no attention to him and slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing that, Spencer was angry and had a feeling he could not explain.

He frowned, and without saying anything more, turned around and left the ward.

As soon as he had left, Aleena opened her eyes and looked up at the door of the ward, and sure

enough, through the frosted glass she saw a straight black figure.

She knew what he was trying to do.

He would lock her up and torture her.

Aleena ironically curled her lips and closed her eyes again.

What was the difference between being alive and dead?

She didn't care anymore.

...

Spencer sat at his desk holding the papers, but he couldn't read a word.

Aleena changed.

He didn't even know her.

Aleena who thrill and smile sweetly when she saw him had gone.

Perhaps he had been wrong about her from the beginning.

He thought that women with such faces could have no evil in them.

But out of jealousy, she sent someone to rape Rosalie, causing her to become pregnant. Rosalie

suffered terribly, and after a miscarriage, was told that she would never have a child. It was like the final

straw to Rosalie.

Rosalie committed suicide.

Fortunately, Rosalie's life was saved, but her legs were permanently disabled.

Rosalie used to be so fond of dancing.

With her legs disabled, she could not die, and it was too hard to live. Rosalie was really tough to

survive.

So he understood Rosalie.

A woman could not have a baby. She loved to dance, but her legs were disabled.

It almost cut off all hope of her life.

He was very sad.

Every time he saw Rosalie, he would think of her pain and held more hatred to Aleena.

But such a woman disturbed him in his heart.

He couldn't get her out of his mind.

Even after her “death,” though he hated to admit it, there was a lump in his heart that was painful.

Though it was true that she had done nothing hateful except that, but that was enough to make him

hate her deeply.

But now she came back, she did not die and became indifferent to everything. His heart had chaos,

and he did not know what to do.

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But at the thought of her indifference, he felt weak, as if he had punched a fist into cotton.

Spencer buried his face in his hands and sighed deeply.

...

Rosalie waited for a long time but did not get any news from the group that had been sent out.

Pushing the wheelchair around anxiously, she hated herself for not being able to move. The more she

thought about it, the angrier she felt to Aleena.

Why couldn’t she do it herself?

Why couldn't she go and see Aleena tormented by all manner of abuse?

When Rosalie could not endure it, the message finally came.

Rosalie could not wait to read it, “She had been got rid of.”

Rosalie frowned with dissatisfaction.

Why were there only these words?

She immediately called him, “Why are you so perfunctory? Shouldn't you at least take a picture or

something? Or tell me in words how you abused her.”

“The body has been disposed of.” Said the man, “It is too bloody to take pictures, but I can tell you

about it.”

The man told her the process seriously.

Rosalie was excited and then felt relieved, “Good! Well done!”

Rosalie complacently hung up the phone, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally the problem had been solved.

But Aleena was tough. She did not die after jumping off the building.

But it didn't matter. She didn't believe she would survive.

Rosalie clenched her fist.

But she was reconciled.

The gruesome gang rape she had been subjected to had not even occurred on Aleena.

So, she was kind, right?

It made her feel good to think that there was no obstacle between her and Spencer now.

Rosalie hummed a song and pushed her wheelchair out the door.

She was going to find Spencer.

She wanted to see him, though she did not want him to know that Aleena was not dead, but she had

sent someone to kill her.

Only when she saw his gentle face could she feel at ease.