She still did not finish her sentence.

'Change to another request." The man resolutely interrupted. Lowering his head to look at her with cold eyes, deep in his eyes, there was a pain that others could hardly detect… spare her?


‘Ashley, spare you, then who will spare me?'

In this life, even if he had to live in ignorance and hatred, the person he could not let go of, was right in front of him, no matter what happened. 'I am really… tired…"

'If not, then explain first, why are you in the hospital. And why did you sign the bone marrow donation commitment paper?"


Her eyelids suddenly twitched: "Why don't you explain why you're following me?"

"Following you?" The man crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth coldly curved, she thought he was following her, but what did she know?


If it wasn't him... suddenly, he clenched his fists.

Deep in his eyes, there was an uncontrollable flame of anger.

"Bentley's condition is very bad." She had no other choice, she understood too well, this person's temperament.

"So you want to sacrifice yourself?" He laughed coldly, "It's just a bone marrow donation, I don't want to die at all."

"The others will be fine, but you… Ashley. Can you guarantee? Can you guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen? Do you know that, if something happens to you, I will..."

His angry eyes were about to ask but stopped.

Just holding that fist, squeezing it so hard that it shook. Her chest suddenly heaved violently, she no longer cared about anything.

Including him.

Her pitch-black eyes, filled with pain, the man squinted, not letting her find out.

Not angry, but desperate. She no longer cared about him.

She no longer cared.

Even though she knew her health condition, even though she knew the dangers that could happen to her, she still hid it from him.

"He is my brother."

Milan coldly sneered, her brother?

Such a person, is he worthy of being her brother?

Such a person, what right does he have to let her take the risk?

He stopped, his breathing becoming more and more difficult.

"Ashley, say you love me." He ordered stubbornly, he told himself if that she just said what, if she said it, he would believe it, if she said it, he would forget everything that happened that day.

If she just said it.

But that damn woman, silent, completely silent.

Every minute and second that passed, he was waiting, he told himself, he could wait.

As long as it was her, he would spend the rest of his time by her side, waiting, as long as she was willing to say those three words.

'Say you love me, say you love me." He became more and more determined.

She became more and more silent.

That look…

The man's heart ached as if it was being burned, the pain was deeply engraved in his eyes as if he had lost something important.

More important than his own life.

'Is it that difficult?" He asked with a cold smile, in his resolute attitude, his voice was cold, containing a plea.

But the woman didn't understand, those three words, he had said to her many times, and said them all very happily, carefree, saying them a thousand times, ten thousand times was fine, it was just that now, no matter what, he couldn't say them.

The pain became more and more intense, the despair also rose more and more.

The pain in his heart, and the utter despair in his heart, the way he looked at her, was so deep that no one could understand. Behind that crazy despair, was the madness in despair.

He didn't believe that in this woman's heart, he was no longer there.

Suddenly he bent down, his two arms pressed against her hips, placing a sad kiss on her lips.

She only felt, like a storm, coming.

A slap rang out.

"You bastard."

The man's head, moving with the movement, leaned on her shoulder, she and he, leaning their heads against each other, just like that.

The handsome face buried deep in the mattress, the corner of the man's mouth slightly raised: "That's right, you are a bastard. So Ashley, don't resist, it's useless."

He leaned on her, in the woman's tear-filled eyes, her voice was low and hoarse: "I hate... you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a deep kiss was placed on her lips.

A painful feeling tormented her heart, surging, without warning.

The woman's mouth was speechless, in those eyes there was only hatred and fear.

The man touched those eyes, his heart suddenly ached, he raised his hand to cover those eyes, he didn't want to look, didn't want her to look at him with that gaze.

In the man's pitch-black eyes, filled with the utmost pain of being hurt, at this moment he could fearlessly express, anyway, anyway... her eyes were covered, anyway she couldn't see.

Anyway... anyway she was his.

The one who acted arrogantly was him, and the one who suffered the utmost pain was also him, could it be, that if he missed it, there would be no more chances?

Ashley, you are so cruel.

In the room filled with a hazy atmosphere, the two people were hazy, letting each other's hearts sink deep into the deepest part of the lake.

Doing what he wanted to do the most in the past 3 years, but his heart was so uncomfortable that it was pounding, so uncomfortable that it was hard to breathe.

Every part of his body felt pleasure, but at the same time, his heart became colder and colder, more and more painful.

Her moans and forbearance, every little sound, he listened attentively, every little sound rang out, he felt more and more painful.

"Sorry, Ashley, I don't want to hurt you, don't run away, don't run away, stay with me, I will treat you well, give you the world, don't run away anymore."

He knew he was shameless, he knew, in this life... he had given her the most shameless things.

The body was so happy, but the heart was in pain.

Between heaven and hell, he finally went crazy.

Everything ended, the man stood up, the woman on the bed, was numb as if she had lost her soul, staring at the toned body beside the bed, watching him slowly dress, as if everything just now, was just a boring and absurd play.

As if he was just a playboy, just finished a debauched fun.

She raised her finger, only to find that she had no strength left.

He was a fool. Her dull eyes, moved like a robot, her gaze like a stagnant pond staring at the person beside the bed. The man's slender fingertips, gently buttoning his collar, suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, lowered his and head, glanced at the woman on the bed: "Didn't you know a long time ago, I am such a bastard?"

Slowly buttoning the last button, he bent down, his hand supporting her face, his handsome face pressed tightly against hers, his lips slightly curled up, his deep voice slowly rang out: 'Then don't run away anymore, don't resist anymore. I'm a bastard, don't try to provoke a bastard."