It seemed that everything was normal. Just the girl's lips and eyes passed through the anti-theft window. Deep in her eyes, there was disgust and... fear. Day after day, the man still cooked. When he went to work, he would take her with him, always placing her under his eyelids. It looked like a sweet couple making love.

In everyone's eyes, there was admiration for Ashley.


A man who was both handsome and caring for his family.

As time passed, people gradually learned about it.

Someone was moved and said: that Ashley could be considered lucky, recalling that year when she used all her strength to pursue Milan.


Someone else added: Now she has achieved her wish.

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A weekend.

"I want to visit him."

"Who?"

"My brother."

A light flashed in the man's eyes: "You don't have to worry about Bentley anymore."

Ashley held her palm tightly, after a while.

"His situation is not very good, I want to see him briefly."

"Am I not treating you well enough?" The man judged that she wanted to think of a way to escape from him again: "Bentley, is Bentley that good? Is Bentley critical to you? Do you still want to transplant bone marrow to Bentley? I tell you, I will not let you go see him. Give up this idea."

Give up the idea of ​​leaving me.

He was angry.

At this time, as long as there was a little trouble, he would think that this girl was trying to avoid him.

"Bentley's life and death have nothing to do with you. Ashley, be a little good, can't you be a little good?"

He was afraid, because he was afraid, no matter what means he had to use, he would not let her out of his sight.

He also vaguely felt, in her heart, was Bentley that important.

She didn't hesitate to risk going for a bone marrow transplant.

What about him?

If something happened to her, what would he do?

The girl was also agitated, as if there was a stream of encouragement in her heart, at this moment she exploded: "Can you be a little more rational? I just want to see my brother. Besides, this body is mine. What right do you have to take my place."

"Do you still want a bone marrow transplant? Do you want to leave me like that?" The man was angry, the more he spoke the more unreasonable he became: "Do you want to leave me like that?"

"That's right. I just want to leave you." Was he satisfied? She didn't dare to say it, at that moment she shouted at him: "You're crazy. You imprisoned me and still want me to thank you? Treat me well?" She laughed in tears: "You said you treated me well? Then can I beg you to take back your "Good"? If you treat me well, then let me go."

The man put down the things in his hand, his face cold as he walked towards her: 'Take back what you just said."

'No. Take back what words? Let me go. Milan. I've had enough. Why should I listen to you? What right do you have to imprison me?"

She was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

No matter what he said, she had to do it.

But she only wanted to visit Bentley, her phone had been confiscated by him, and she didn't even have anyone to contact. She didn't even know Bentley's current situation.

She just wanted to visit him a little.

That's right, she should hate Bentley, even hate Morio. But… She couldn't do that.

When the night fell, she was also afraid, afraid that the things he did to her were intentional. She was afraid of those good things, not only because he intended for her to voluntarily treat Bentley well, but she was also afraid that her grandfather had never loved her, not even a little.

If so, what was the meaning of her life?

Grandpa had treated her well, so she remembered his kindness. She loved her grandfather, but everyone told her that her grandfather had never liked her.

She admitted that she loved Milan so much that she couldn't get what she wanted, and had suffered too much bitterness.

But this life... what was she in the end?

She just wanted to visit Bentley, who was related to her by blood, just wanted to visit the person who had truly treated her well when she was young, to see how he was doing.

But this man wouldn't allow it.

"Ashley, don't make me angry." The man's face turned green as he said, "Do you remember what I said, don't ever let me hear the word 'Leave' from your mouth again?"

The girl became even more angry: "You're crazy. You said I killed Gina, so I admit it, can't I admit it? But look at me now, I've become a devil-like this, what else do you want me to do? Life for life? Okay. I'll give it back to you."

Without any time to prepare, she grabbed the fruit knife placed beside her. Without any hesitation, she pointed the knife at her heart.

The moment she grabbed the knife, perhaps it was just an impulsive decision. But when the knife pointed at her heart, Ashley felt her whole body relax, and she was freed, then the sound of the knife stabbing into her flesh, fresh blood flowing out. But it wasn't hers.

Her eyes moved down, below the sharp blade was a hand holding it tightly, fresh blood dripping onto the ground.

Before she could see the pain in the man's eyes, the man seemed to be indifferent to pain, snatched the knife from her hand, and threw it far away.

A second later, her mind was spinning.

When she turned around, her entire body had been taken into the bedroom. Her face was pale, and in a flash, she understood what was going to happen next.

"Reuben, Reuben, Milan is injured." She knew that if she begged him to let go, he definitely wouldn't listen.

She could only scream to the outside. Sure enough, a voice rang out from outside the door: "Young Master..."

"Go away." The man's cold voice rang out.

Reuben's expression froze as he stood outside the door, and a second later he left and closed the door.

"Milan. You're crazy." She screamed desperately: "Milan. You dare."

"Milan. No."

"Milan. I hate you."

All the screams came from her heart, but in the end, it turned into despair.

Her world suddenly darkened. "Captive, forced to have sex, Milan... In the end... what do you think I am?"