Tyson was stunned, and Milan also stiffened.

Ashley.


In the hearts of the two, it seemed to have the same frequency, both of those words jumped out.

This is Ashley.

Ashley.


She was miserable, half of her face was swollen and unsightly, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she was clearly in great pain.

 She laughed silently, the corner of her injured mouth moved slightly, her eyes did not blink once, and her eyebrows also furrowed.


She arrogantly raised her chin... This is Ashley.

But... What did she say?

Either let her go, or lock her in prison?

The dizziness in Milan's eyes gradually disappeared, returning to a cold state, his voice was cold, indifferent, saying: "Go out."

Tyson's heart trembled, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but a cold gaze, placed on him, Tyson was bewildered, quietly left the ward, and gently closed the door.

"Do you still know you're wrong?"

His voice was calm, indifferent,

He asked her, did she still knew she was wrong.

Wrong?

What was right?

What was wrong?

"I'm not wrong."

She said.

Her heart was in extreme pain.

He suddenly asked her, did she still knew she was wrong.

 'Milan, if you say I'm wrong, then I can only be wrong, but if you ask me, I still know I'm wrong." She raised her chin, her appearance was arrogant and dazzling, the corner of her injured mouth moved slightly, her smile, just like Ashley who dazzled everyone in this coastal city that year: 'I don't know where I'm wrong."

Hate.

Hate Gina. Can't deceive herself anymore, Ashley told herself, just go crazy once, so what? At most, she would be locked in that cannibal place. 'Let me go." She raised her head, staring at that figure: 'Let me go."

Did she want to leave like that?

Let her go? Let her go, then run away with Lorne? Milan remembered this woman's dream, which she called 'Lorne" longingly. A fire flared up in his eyes.  He coldly looked at the woman on the bed: 'While this heart is dead, between you and me, if I don't tell you to stop, you will never stop."

Want to leave? Want to live with that Lorne, the days of love that she had lived with him before?

Don't dream. Ashley couldn't help but tremble, but still raised her chin, "Milan! You just asked me, you still know you were wrong. Now I remember." She smiled and said: "I was wrong."

Pain flashed in her eyes, and immediately, she buried that pain deep in her heart, she looked at him, and said very seriously: "I was wrong, I made a huge mistake. The biggest mistake of this life is loving you.

I was wrong. If I was wrong, I have to change, I will change."

Her eyes were so serious, every sentence "I was wrong" was so serious, that serious look, just like her back then, every time she stood in front of him, every time she had the look when she confessed to him, it was the same.

 The man's gaze, staring at the woman on the bed, her expression was extremely serious just like when she confessed to him that year... The image of the confident and arrogant woman who confessed that year appeared before his eyes, but at this moment, this face, used the same serious expression as that year, telling him "I was wrong."

She said she was wrong, she would change.

What would she change?

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, there was a crazy mood, about to show itself. He only knew, this damned woman, she was rushing away from him, wanting to run away with Lorne.

Not allowed.

"Ashley, I once said, even if it's something I don't need, others can't even think about touching it at all?" Milan's voice suddenly became gentle, but, at this moment, that gentle and warm voice, made people's skin crawl.

 Ashley suddenly gasped, trying to hold the bed sheet underneath, unconsciously, she held her breath, and opened her eyes wide, staring at the figure that was gradually approaching her. 

The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor, with each step, Ashley's heart also contracted a little. 

The man walked step by step towards her, a sense of oppression rushed to her face, making her unable to breathe, 

He approached her, Ashley's face, became paler, but still raised her chin, not bowing her head. 

On her pale face, gradually revealed a shy look, her fingers, tightly gripped the bed sheet underneath... No matter how she covered it, she could not hide the fact that she was afraid of him. 

The man's black eyes, took in everything in his eyes, every movement, every mood, all in his eyes... She was afraid of him. 

Ashley was afraid of him. 

Realizing this, the man's eyes revealed a trace of malice. 

 He did not realize that Ashley was afraid of him, compared to Ashley's words cursing Gina, he found it even harder to accept.




"No matter three years ago, or three years later, Ashley." His tall figure, standing right in front of her, lowered his eyes, looking down at the woman on the bed from above, extremely coldly said: "Between you and me, we can't just listen to you."

In Milan's mind, he stubbornly believed: Ashley could only love Milan, Ashley could only belong to Milan, everything of Ashley, must belong to Milan, even a glance, a state of her, could not belong to anyone else.

Other than him, no one else, Gina could not either.

What made him angry was not only this damned woman, using three years to make herself bitter and cruel, what he wanted was, the Ashley of three years ago.

Not this bitter and cruel woman with an extremely ugly heart.

 What made him angry was that this woman was bitter, cruel, and ugly, and she spent the rest of her life cursing a man who had been dead for three years.

Ashley wanted to spend the rest of his life cursing Gina, the rest of Ashley's life was all Milan's, what right did Ashley have to take away what belonged to him, and curse a dead person?

No matter whether it was Lorne or Gina, in Milan's eyes, they were all eyesores.

Milan didn't even realize, his current thought was to take everything Ashley had to belong to him, extremely abnormal, didn't even realize, unconsciously, he already had deep feelings for this woman. Otherwise, in the future, he would regret it very much.

Suddenly.

The tall figure suddenly bent down, stretched out his long arms, pulled her tightly, somehow, hugged her entire body into his arms, his thin lips pressed close to her ear, hot breath, slowly placed on that beautiful earlobe.

 She wanted to be free, wanted to get further away from him, this damned woman didn't even think, his thin lips opened into a cold smile, placed on her earlobe, coldly said: "My things, I don't need them, no one else can touch them. Ashley, if you want to be happy and free, then don't dream about it for the rest of your life. Does a murderer also deserve happiness?"

This damned woman wanted to run away with Lorne, wanted to have a happy life with another man, she could dream about it.

Milan felt that the woman he was locking in his arms had stiffened, and there was an indescribable pain in her heart. Very quickly, he controlled her... She made him feel uncomfortable, she made him feel uneasy, and she made his chest ache.