99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear novel Chapter 103

“You really can’t get through to me,” Joey frowned, his voice indifferent: “Why bother with someone like me?”

He stood there, memories of the past flashing through his mind.

Thinking about everything he had done to her in their five years of marriage, but in all those memories, there were hardly any things he had done for her.

He had never cared about her.

So it was no wonder that they had come to this point, wasn’t it?

He was very clear in his heart, but that strong sense of reluctance still burned like a raging fire in his heart.

Joey seemed to be in a daze for a while, shaking his head mockingly.

When he looked at Stacy again, his eyes returned to a cruel calm.

“I’ve already made too many mistakes, but no matter what, it’s impossible between us now.”

He glanced at the crying child, perhaps remembering that he had also had a child with Willa, and finally sighed

softly.

“Hurry up and comfort the child, at least be a responsible mother.”

Stacy seemed to remember then that she had a biological child who was crying and clinging to her clothes, depending on her.

She squatted down and sobbed as she comforted the child, tears streaming down her face first.

Willa had once sarcastically said that she was too greedy and would be punished by fate.

She thought she had grasped Joey’s heart and acted with impunity, but until this moment, she realized she was completely wrong.

Joey went home and sat on the sofa, looking at the long–life lock and silver bracelets for children that he had prepared.

Everything in the house related to the child was added by him personally.

But now, the warmth that should have been in the home was only empty and cold.

Joey covered his face with his hand, the house was too quiet, even a slight sob was so clear.

A week later.

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Chapter 17

The night was as dark as ink that couldn’t be dissolved.

I just got off work and walked out of the hospital when my phone rang. I took a look and answered.

“Mom.”

I laughed awkwardly and sat down, thinking about fate, and wondering whether to introduce myself first or apologize, because I still remembered the scrape with his car.

hand: “Tristan Franco.”

I hesitated for a moment, shook his hand: “Willa.”

“I remember you.” Tristan’s eyes curved slightly, and our hands separated after a brief touch.

His voice was low and deep, like the sound of jade hitting and pearls falling in my ear.

When I took back my hand, the warmth of the man’s body seemed to still linger in my palm, and my heartbeat sped up for no reason.

“Is that so?” I laughed dryly, not expecting that he would also remember that embarrassing incident in the morning.

A D..llat To His Heart

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Chapter 17

I held a cup of warm water on the table and hesitated to apologize: “I’m really sorry about that morning, it wasn’t

intentional…”

“It’s not that.”