These actions in the eyes of the woman, almost used up all her strength, but in the eyes of the man, it was extremely funny and childish.

Leather shoes, stepping on the cold floor, the sound of knocking on the floor, as if coming from the deepest part of hell, she stood up, no longer rational, panicked, and ran away.


Another loud noise rang out. He pressed her down again, and pressed her onto the chair, this action, was very strong, but only hit the chair, and did not use any force on the woman.

'Is this your so-called quiet solitude?"

The man gritted his teeth and asked, although the frequency of his jaw movements still showed the man's fierce determination. The cold voice, ringing in the woman's ears, instantly turned into ice, on her beautiful face, pale as paper.


'Are you planning to run away again?"

The man suppressed his anger, his voice calmly asked the woman.


'Are you planning to run away again?" He gritted his teeth and affirmed.

If one were not a discerning person, one would not be able to hear in the words he gritted his teeth, besides extreme anger, there was also pity and despair.

The man's thin lips, gently, slowly, slightly curved up. "At that time, you escaped to City A. Now, where do you want to escape to?"

The woman's lips gradually turned pale, still trembling.

A slender finger, placed on her trembling lips, he smiled, "Three years ago, you thought of every way to escape, escaped to City A. Now, you want to escape death. You want to use death to escape from me?"

The woman was silent, sweat running down her forehead.

The man was smiling, the sadness in his eyes was filled with only coldness: "Ashley, I ask you, this time, where do you want to escape to? Huh? Answer."

She wanted to look away, those bloodshot eyes, she didn't dare to look.

"I'm asking you. Look at me, answer me, where do you want to escape to?"

He looked at her, looked at the woman right in front of him, they were standing very close to each other, but he felt very cold.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again: 'Ashley, I tell you, I tell you to live, you will live, I tell you to die, you will die. Do you think being a ghost can bring you peace? Up to heaven and down to earth, I will not let go, even if you die, you will not escape me."

The woman's face turned pale.

He suddenly bent down, and picked her up: 'Follow me."

'I don't want to."

'I don't need your permission."

The man sneered, picked up the woman, and walked out.

The nurse reacted, running over to stop him: 'You can't…"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was stopped by the bodyguard he brought with him.

Only then did Ashley see that Reuben had returned.

Seeing the determination on his handsome face, her heart suddenly fell into the abyss: 'Milan. Let go." Her voice was hoarse and tired.

Only a hum responded to her, the man's eyes were filled with pity and despair.

And also madness, after despair.

The car seemed to be flying on the road, Reuben was the driver, in the stifling atmosphere, and the woman sat in the back seat, her small body, trembling slightly.

A strong arm held her tightly, unable to move.

This was a lock, not a hug, the man was locking the woman, his handsome face, pale.

On Reuben's forehead, drops of sweat flowed out, then dripped down, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

At this moment, what he was carrying was not a couple, but a storm.

The man's entire body was covered in a layer of cold air.

Reuben couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the others.

At least, not for a male lion who was enduring to the point of exploding crazy.

The car turned at the red land right, and entered the lane at the left turn, suddenly, a cold voice, rang out from the back seat: "Did I say Elise's house?"

Reuben suddenly became agile, "So where do you want to go?"

"Home." The man coldly said.

Fortunately, Reuben was agile, did not ask anymore, and quickly turned the car around, this turn, completely changed the direction of the car.

The woman was silent all the way, in addition to being silent, she did not know what else to say.

Even more, she did not know, what else he wanted to do to her.

The car drove to their previous apartment.

All the way, the woman was locked by a strong arm, in the parking lot, the car door opened, and she was almost pulled out of the car by that strong arm.

At this time, Reuben was here, she endured all the way, silent, just because she wanted to keep that ridiculous self-esteem and did not want to admit defeat.

Ashley didn't dare to think carefully, even more so didn't dare to think, what exactly did this person intend to do.

When entering the elevator, until reaching the floor where the two had been together before.

"I don't have a key."

She resisted instinctively, the big door in front of her was very familiar, but she didn't want to enter.

The man didn't care, he took out a key himself.

Her eyes suddenly widened. The door opened with a sound, in the end, she couldn't control her trembling, this time, not out of fear, but out of anger.

"Why do you have a key?"

She asked in a low voice.

"My house, why don't I have a key?" His voice was slightly raised, a bit mocking, that look, the sarcasm in the corner of his eyes made the woman tremble even more.

Why doesn't he have a key?

She was an idiot to believe that this person would let her move so easily.

Everything, everything is just a series of games.

'What? Waiting for me to invite you in?" The man said coldly, his eyes sharply looking at the deep resistance in the eyes of the woman in his arms, his other hand was in his trouser pocket, clenched tightly.

She wasn't that heartless.

She was that resistant.

This was their home, yet she didn't want to come in?

His heart ached more and more, but his face was still cold, without a trace of emotion.

He snorted lightly, grabbed the shoulder of the woman beside him, and tried to pull her into the door.

But when he entered the main door, he sat down out of habit, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet right in front of the door, bent down, and his hand froze in the air.

His pitch-black eyes stared at the shoe cabinet, an empty compartment.

The man frowned, stood up, said nothing, and then carried the woman up.

'Are you crazy?"

She asked angrily.

On his shoulder, the struggle was fierce, but still could not escape his control.

The man's long legs quickly walked towards the bedroom, just entered the door, conveniently placed her on the bed, his arms crossed, standing in front of the bed, coldly looking at her lying on the bed.

'If I beg you, please spare me…"