The Bride

I sat on a chair and he looked at me anxiously. I looked pathetic now. “Hello.”

I grunted as I hugged him, avoiding his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked at my bare feet and asked. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at my toes and was relieved that they were cute.

“Would you like to talk?”

– As he asked and sat down next to me, a familiar scent that I had once fallen in love with entered my nose. My eyes landed on his black Nikes and they looked good.

– Chloe?

He was more worried and I finally saw him. Brown eyes that want to look at you and curls scan your fingers

Get in.

“I was walking.”

It wasn’t a lie or the truth, but his face said he didn’t believe me. I woke up excited, but no one wanted to be around me, so they wouldn’t leave me. When I took off my shoes and touched my hand, I panicked.

“Come on.”

He gently motioned for me to get up and I followed him without arguing. I walked quietly down the sidewalk.

“If your leg hurts, I can give you mine, however much.”

He looked at my feet and said. “Okay, I feel good.”

I smiled and said

I wanted to ask him where he was going, but I followed him quietly.

We stopped at a coffee shop that was still open and only a few people were working inside.

work or

coffee next door

Their. with steam

Gray opened the door for me and I entered.

Giving him a smile. we are

So was the table by the window.

I fell asleep here. “Are you hungry?”

He asked me to read and look into my heart. to me as he wants

“No, but coffee makes you feel good”

today”.

He smiled and waved to the waiter.

Come on. He ordered a black coffee while I went for an espresso and we sat in silence for a while after the waiter left.

– Are you ready to tell me what happened?

approaches the break table

He still carried it in both hands.

The bracelet I got her for her 21st birthday and I did!

“I had a fight with my roommate…”

“Your friend?”

I felt angry and pursed my lips, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell her the whole truth about why Tristan chose me and why he lied, but I was thinking about Mrs. Tristan.

Sanchester. Tristan’s words floated over my head as I sat with him.

“So, what are you doing?” Do you sleep at the bus stop?

He asked when I said nothing.

“That way, I can’t go anywhere.”

Twenty-five minutes later, I was standing outside his penthouse apartment. He didn’t go far from the coffee shop, there’s nothing wrong with living with your ex, right?

I looked up as he entered the password. Maybe he changed after we broke up. “It’s still the same password.” He told me as he opened the door.

I hid my smile and she still used CrazyChloe as her password. There was an interesting anecdote about how it got its name.

I walked in, a familiar smell greeted me, I grabbed some furniture pieces from his apartment and they were still there. I expected him to throw something that reminded me of me.

He bought an apartment for 13 million dollars and moved in 4 months ago. I was holding my shoes and looking at the shoe rack by the door.

“You know where the living room is. Freshen up and get comfortable.”

One was fine, but the next looked at my boat and pretended to be cold. I went to the living room, took off my clothes, took a steamy shower and washed my hair with the coconut shampoo I found there.

When I got out of the shower, there was a gray shirt and blue panties on the bed. I let it dry, put it on and twisted my waist twice to keep the boxer in place.

I wrapped my head in a towel and sat on the bed, the phone rang and I looked at the caller number and ignored it. He called six more times but I didn’t answer and after a few minutes Adrian called but I stopped him.

I lay in bed and tried to talk to Gray but I didn’t know what to say. I slowly fell asleep but woke up when someone screamed.

“where are you!!!”

Tristan? How did he know I was here?

I got up from the bed and left the room. Tristan grabbed Gray’s shirt around his neck.

“What are you doing?”

He looked at me with red eyes and a sad expression, but his jaw set when he saw what I was wearing.

Before he knew what was happening, he hit Gray in the face. “Stop!”

I screamed. “Tristan, stop!”

I cried out as he hit me again.

This time it’s more difficult than when I was told Gray’s nose was broken. He pushed her to the ground and I saw blood coming out of her nose.

“What happens?!”

I pushed him away from Gray. Tristan looked at me with cold eyes, spread his fingers and looked at Gray with a contorted face.

– He stole you. “What the?”

I scowled at him and heard police sirens, and soon two officers entered the apartment. “You were arrested for kidnapping Miss Chloe Simpson.”

The man who pointed the gun at him said this. – He didn’t steal me!

They grabbed his arm as if he wouldn’t listen to me. ‘Officers, he didn’t do anything.

I followed him up to this point.

I explained but no one paid attention to me and everyone pretended not to listen to me. “I am accused.”

Tristan didn’t even look at me and said that there was a female soldier standing in front of her, holding a small book and a pen.

“I’m talking about it, so why isn’t anyone listening?” I don’t want to sue!”

I screamed, but no one paid attention to me.

“He should also be arrested for assault!”

I told the officer. – It’s okay ma’am, you’re safe now.

said the cop who had just handcuffed Gray. I wondered what kind of lie Tristan was telling so he wouldn’t believe what I said. How did he find me?

“He did nothing. I can explain.”

– Holding back tears, he looked at the car he was driving and their eyes met.

“Let’s go.”

Tristan escorted me to the white Audi SUV, waiting for Morris at the wheel. He forced me into the back seat and told Maurice not to let me go. What happened to everyone? I saw Tristan talking to the police through the window and they finished and took Gray away.

His anger rose and he wanted to bite his lips, crush, crush and kill, and his heart was set on one man, Tristan Sanchester. He dug his nails into his palm and left a mark.

As I approached the car, I couldn’t take my eyes off her messy button up shirt, wrinkled and unbuttoned in the front, and her forehead fell on her forehead. I looked at him coming from the other side, but he didn’t look in my direction.

He motioned for Morris to start the car.

And when I looked out the window, he

His hands were shaking, but he tried

to take care of her. I looked away and hid everything I wanted to say. I put my head out the window and I didn’t care if he had PTSD or not, what was happening to me.

Gray will spend the night

At the prison I saw Tristan…

I noticed he was looking at me. I looked away without a word, and his hand stopped shaking. I had so much to say that I wanted to hit him for what he did, but he didn’t want to do anything. I still

I tried to wrap my head around what was happening in front of me.

I got out of the car and stopped in front of the house. My clothes are gray, I only have mine left

I had my phone.

– cash.

Tristan took my hand. “Do not touch!”

I hit my hand to try to walk, but he pulled so hard that I fell backwards when he released, and I fell backwards without paying attention to stabilization.

“I ran to my ex-boyfriend after a fight?!

He gave me an angry look and I lay motionless on the floor. “You’re no different than a prostitute, Chloe.”

Screaming past me…

Stairs.

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing from my eyes and I cried out to myself in the pain that engulfed me. – We will guide you to your room.

Morris told me how long he had been sitting next to me.

He gently pulled me off the floor and took my hand, and I cried upstairs as I climbed the stairs. Tristan’s room creaked as I passed and Maurice tucked me into the duvet and left. I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep. I left the house early the next day and headed for the police station and Maurice asked me to stay for breakfast but he refused.

I parked and got out of the car to tell them the truth and get Gray out. my eyes are already swollen

It was hard to see at night because it was covered in foundation and foundation.

I stopped when I saw Gray walking with his brother Calum. He was one of the richest businessmen in America.

I froze when he saw me. I only met him once. That day he took me to the store. He looked away and Gray smiled at me.

He even waved his hand.

I followed them until they got into the car and drove off. I was glad he left, but I had to apologize and tell the police what really happened.

I got into the car, took a deep breath and leaned back alone in the seat for a moment. My phone rang and it was Maurice. I chose

He cleared my throat to hear me better. – Hi Morris. – Hello, Miss Simpson.

“Is everything alright?”

“Mr. Sanchester is in the hospital, and his mother has passed out.”

– OK. Please send me your address – I will do so at once. “thanks.”

I buried my face in my hands and moaned.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

I wanted it for the lady. Sanchester was good.

I parked my car in front of the hospital and looked at my face in the mirror before getting out of the car. I smiled and went to the reception in the lobby.

– Hello ma’am, where can I find it? Julia Sanchester?

“When did you bring me here?” “This morning.”

She hit the keyboard hard with her long fingers, her nails painted blue and detailed with little white daisies.