Queen Revenge

My heart suddenly tightened, and I reflexively rose from the bed, the hand clasped around my waist pulling hard, and my whole body fell back onto the bed, the man’s low voice above my head.

“Why are you so late.”

At the sound of the voice, I braced both eyes and was confused for a moment.

Walker Richter?

Shouldn’t he be in his hotel room wrangling someone, why is he here?

But the voice was indeed him.

In the dimness, I stared at him in a daze, and when I saw that it was indeed him, my eyes moistened.

“You’re home.”

Listening closely I could detect a slight tremor in my voice, it was excitement, it was joy.

The guy at the hotel wasn’t him.

He raised his hand and smoothed the hair on my forehead, his movements gentle and uncharacteristically gentle, “When I came back I heard the babysitter say you were out, why are you back so late.”

As soon as I thought of seeing that scene in the hotel room, my heart fluttered, I didn’t care about anything, I hooked my hands around his neck, “Walker Richter, I’ve lost, I admit that I’ve fallen in love with you, no matter whether you’ll fall in love with me or not, I’ve fallen in love first, feel free to do as you please, if you’re my robbery, then I’m here to answer it.”

At that moment, all my worries were cast aside. Whether meeting him was a calamity or a destiny, I recognized it.

After the words fell, I clearly felt his body stiffen slightly, the expression of dismay in the dimness, his big hands clasped my waist, tightly pressed against him, his breathing was rough, his voice was dark: “Figured it out?”

I nodded heavily and said dominantly, “Walker Richter, I’m a man with no sand in my eyes, and if you go negative on me, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Because of the hotel scene, I could no longer run away from my feelings for him, but that’s exactly why I couldn’t accept him being intimate with another woman.

The room resounded with his low chuckle as he cupped my face and leaned in to nibble on my earlobe, his voice compelling, “How can I regret this?”

I bit down on his hand as well, not too gently, “I’ll make you live in pain for the rest of your life, unable to forget me.”

After a pause, I added, “Walker Richter, I’m the only woman you can have.”

“It’s never just you.”

He smiled and sealed his lips with a kiss.

At the time I didn’t understand what that meant.

How can Walker Richter be the only woman I’ve ever been with? SWEETHEART is proof of that.

We all have a past, and I don’t care about his past when I choose him.

The temperature of the room climbed by degrees and ambiguity filled the air.

Soon I surrendered.

This night, I became his woman.

In response to his words, I willingly became his woman.

Walker Richter asked for it over and over again like he hadn’t had meat in years, and having learned firsthand how explosive and persistent he is in this area, I was a little bit intimidated.

Then I was so tired that I passed out, waking up once in the middle of a daze, only to find him still plowing.

I felt my body floating in the air as fragments of memories flashed through my mind.

The man plowing through my body reminded me of that night back then.

Then I fell into a deep sleep.

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It was almost noon when I woke up, my thighs were sore at the base, and my cheeks flushed at the thought of Walker Richter’s craziness last night.

Walker Richter was no longer there and the room was empty.

I lifted the covers off the floor, pulled back the curtains, took a deep breath and stretched.

Sunny knocked on the door outside, “Young Lady, are you awake?”

“Come in.” I tugged on my collar to hide the marks on my neck.

Sunny pushed the door in, holding a bowl of soup in her hand, “Young Lady, this is what Mr. explained to stew for you to drink when he left the house, Mr. said that you were exhausted last night and needed to make up for it.”

This old face of mine blushed and mentally greeted Walker Richter.

“Leave it for now, I’ll drink it later when I’ve washed up.”

Sunny put the tonic soup on the table but was slow to go out.

I asked, “Something’s wrong.”

Sunny squirmed and said, “Young Lady, I’d like to take two days off.”

I remembered that Sunny had said earlier that she was getting married to her boyfriend and getting a license on the first of April, and tomorrow happens to be the first of April.

“No problem.” I took out the long-packed red envelope from the drawer and gave it to her, “I wish you happiness and old age.”

Sunny was moved to tears, “Young Lady.”

“Take it, a little token of my appreciation, and I’ll grant you a few more days off, you only get married once, don’t let yourself have regrets.”

“Thank you, Young Lady.”

People are happy when they are happy.

I used to be a non-soup drinker but I drank the whole bowl.

I had just finished my drink when Frank Hill himself called and said he was sending me back to dinner with Walker Richter at the Hill family in the evening.

When I think of the Hill family, I think of Yilia Young, who impersonated me.

Naturally, I won’t let Yilia Young impersonate me, it’s just that this matter has to be investigated, and Yilia Young’s purpose has to be clarified.

The last time someone impersonated me and asked the babysitter to give SWEETHEART to Ulysses Will, I don’t know if the two things are related.

After the phone call, I changed my clothes and went out and made an appointment with Randy Pan.

I was always uneasy and had to ask Randy Pan for confirmation.

I had an appointment with Randy Pan at a nearby cafe, and when he sat down, I didn’t beat around the bush with him, I went straight to the point: “Now that someone has impersonated me to get into THE Hill family, does this matter have anything to do with you.”

My words made Randy Pan feel like listening to a joke, “Did you say it wrong or did I hear it wrong, someone is pretending to be you? How is that possible and what does it have to do with me.”

If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it absurd.

Judging by Randy Pan’s reaction, this incident had nothing to do with him.

I got Yilia Young’s photo out of my cell phone, which I had taken earlier, I showed it to Randy Pan: “This woman is called Yilia Young, claimed to be Alva Hill, fell off a cliff, lost her memory and disfigured her face, this is what she looks like after plastic surgery, she was rescued when she fell off a cliff, and only recently remembered that she was Alva Hill , then found the Hill family, and strangely enough, Frank Hill believed it.”

Randy Pan picked up the cell phone and looked at it, and then looked at me, “You’re not kidding, right, you Alva Hill sitting here with a good head on your shoulders, and then another Alva Hill pops up, which show is this singing? The other party is real or not, you are not clear in your heart.”

“I naturally know that the other person is a fake… don’t you think that this thing reeks of weirdness? Why is this Yilia Young pretending to be me? I have a reason to impersonate Bella Hill, but this Yilia Young, what does she want?”

Randy Pan narrowed his eyes slightly in response and his face sank as he sneered, “You suspect that Bella had someone impersonate you? That’s impossible, Alva Hill, and I can assure you that it has absolutely nothing to do with Bella.”

“Well then, I can trust you, but where is Bella Hill nowadays?”

I always thought it had something to do with Bella Hill.

Randy Pan has been hiding Bella Hill, and once said that there is no more Bella Hill in this world. If this has nothing to do with Bella Hill, and we haven’t seen Bella Hill in person for such a long time, and the private investigator hasn’t tracked down a single piece of information, I even sometimes suspect that Bella Hill is really not in this world.