Queen Revenge

I also haven’t seen Martin Mo since we had a falling out with him at the marriage recognition banquet.

Originally thought that proud he would not come to me again and would wait to see me laugh, but he came to my door at this time.

He was dressed in white casual clothes, standing outside the courtyard, under the sycamore tree, looking at me with a deep gaze, this time he seemed a little different from before, dense with a melancholy, as if let me see a few years ago standing under the tree in the orphanage Martin Mo.

Jane Hasis was forcibly sent away, I stood on the steps, frowned, did not walk over the intention, Martin Mo stood outside the courtyard, also has no intention to come in, just four eyes looking away, the wind whisked, petals falling, fragrance.

The flowers and plants in the yard, without Sunny to take care of pruning, messy growth.

The world seems to stand still, fixed at this moment.

If Martin Mo had not taken that step first, perhaps we would have stood like this for eternity.

He took a step in front of me, his eyes red and bloodshot, he should have not rested for days.

“Alva.”

He called out to me and didn’t speak again, just looked at me and smiled as if that was enough.

I’m not used to such a melancholic him, it’s still the arrogant Martin Mo that soothes one’s heart.

“Can you go somewhere with me?”

His tone was humble with a hint of begging, a far cry from the last Martin Mo who sneered and said I would regret it.

Staying in Pear orchard, with Walker Richter’s scent all around, it was oppressive and a bit breathless, I wanted to escape, Martin Mo’s appearance seemed to make me grab a straw, I didn’t even bother to care about where Martin Mo would take me, I just wanted to get out of here, and just nodded my head and went with him.

Martin Mo took me to the rooftop of the tallest building in North City, where I stood overlooking the city, everything became so small, and we were just a drop in the ocean.

The farther I looked, the wider my horizon became, and my heart opened up.

Martin Mo looks preoccupied. Since he came here, he has been smoking constantly and has lost a few cigarette butts at his feet.

I leaned against the railing and looked into the distance, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.

Sometimes I think fate is funny, I didn’t think I’d ever have the peace of mind to stand here with Martin Mo overlooking the whole of North City.

Seeing him about to smoke again, I frowned and couldn’t help but ask, “Martin Mo, what’s wrong with you.”

His action of lighting a cigarette was a beat, then snapped to light the lighter, the greenish-colored flame was blown apart by the points, he used his hand to protect it, and lit the cigarette, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, especially contented to exhale another circle of smoke, the wind on the rooftop was very strong, blowing all the smoke towards his face, into his eyes, choking him with a series of coughs.

I glimpsed the corners of his eyes moist.

He laughed, “This smoke is no good.”

Cigarette is the best thing for a person to release pressure, quietly smoke a cigarette, swallowing clouds, as if the pressure in the heart of the exhaustion and helplessness are released.

But Martin Mo smoked so much without a hint of relief.

I have never seen Martin Mo so melancholy as today.

“Don’t smoke it if it’s not good, spoil it.”

Martin Mo laughed, lowered his eyes, and said half-seriously, half-jokingly, “There are some things that can be put down, but the people who have lived in my heart for several years, Alva, tell me how to put them down?”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

There is no one in this world who can’t live without anyone.

I pursed my lips and did not say anything, the heart that had just calmed down was disturbed by him again.

Martin Mo saw that I didn’t say anything and let out a bitter laugh, “You’re still the same hard-hearted Alva Hill, no, you’re only hard-hearted towards me, towards Ulysses Will, towards Walker Richter, your heart is more gentle than anything, Alva, why can’t you be a little kinder to me. ”

That sounded so familiar.

Just a few hours ago, I asked Jane Hasis the same thing, that even a little kindness to me would not have gotten me this far.

Thinking of this, I suddenly smiled, only I knew the exhaustion and sadness underneath that smile, “Martin Mo, you were right in one sentence before, we are kindred spirits.”

The wind lifted my hair and tangled it in front of my eyes, making everything in front of me disoriented.

Precisely because we are the same kind of people, we can lick our wounds together, but we can’t walk together.

Martin Mo understood the meaning behind my words, he narrowed his eyes deeply, his fingertips flicked off the ashes on the cigarette, “You have already saved the intention to leave the Richter family, Alva, my Martin Mo’s door will always be open for you, as long as you come back, my shoulder is your support. ”

He would have heard my conversation with Jane Hasis at Pear orchard, and even if he hadn’t, the words Jane Hasis muttered under her breath as she was driven away would have given Martin Mo a good guess.

By those words alone, he had anticipated the decision of my heart.

I seemed to have nothing to hide from him: “I want to be myself.”

Once I also said in front of Walker Richter that I had done enough of Bella Hill, but he didn’t react.

Martin Mo looked at me fixedly, “You’ve always been yourself.”

After the rooftop conversation with Martin Mo, he came to see me from time to time.

Walker Richter has been busy again lately, and sometimes I don’t always see him for days.

I remembered a saying I read in a book that busyness is a man’s biggest lie.

Yes, it’s a lie indeed.

He was too busy to go back to Pear orchard, but he had time to have dinner with Susan Su.

That day I was shopping with Fiona Croix, she forgot to take the bag, and folded back to the store to find, I stood in the square and waited, looked up and saw the second floor window sitting them, the heart of the last point of support collapsed, as if the whole world is dark.

I do not die ah, touch out the cell phone to call him.

Through the window, I watched him pick up the cell phone on the table and look at it.

He hesitated for a long time, and Susan Su took one look at Walker Richter’s demeanor and should have known that it was me calling, she smiled and said something to Walker Richter, and then watched as she got up and left before Walker Richter connected, and in the few seconds of his hesitation, I spent seconds like years.

As soon as I got through, I immediately couldn’t wait to ask, “Are you coming back tonight? What are you doing?”

I tried to steady my breath so he wouldn’t hear it.

“You go to bed early, busy, won’t be back tonight.”

“Busy with what?” I immediately pressed.

From two floors away, I couldn’t see Walker Richter’s complexion, but I could hear in his tone that my questioning was making him impatient.

“Work stuff, for now, hang up.”

He really did just hang up, and just a moment after he did, Susan Su folded back in and sat down across from him.

I stared at the two of them, looking for abuse and dialed again.

He did not answer, but hung up, and a mechanical cold voice came from the handset: “The one you dialed has been turned off …”

Sour eyes, not only Walker Richter bullies people, even the weather in this northern city bullies people, how to say it rains when it rains, a touch on the face, a cold piece, but how is that ground dry?

It turns out that the face is tears.

Hand powerless slipped down, I looked at, my vision is getting blurred, heart also hurt and hurt.

Feet like lead like heavy, I deeply closed my eyes, ears have unfamiliar sound of concern: “Little girl, why are you crying?”

Because of the heartache.

I watched as Walker Richter gave Susan Su a gift, which she unwrapped with a beaming smile and put on her wrist.

It was a bracelet.

Wasn’t that bracelet also engraved with letters, also unique in the world?

I subconsciously touched the bracelet on my wrist, feeling the irony.

I clutched my chest, bearing the pain of having my heart removed alive, and turned, stumbling out of the square.

Fiona Croix found her bag and chased after me, taking my hand, and when she saw my face covered in tears, she was stunned for a moment: [Alva, what’s wrong with you?

I turned back and looked at the second floor of the plaza.

Vaguely I could still see them reflected in the windows.

Fiona Croix followed my line of sight, saw them, and realized why I was like this.

She relieved me, [Alva, it’s just a dinner together, don’t think too much about it].

I pulled the corner of my mouth in self-deprecation, “He told me he was busy, busy with the company, Fiona, do you think he still cares a little bit if he can still be so perfunctory and lie to me?”

This I was asking Fiona Croix as much as I was asking myself.

I had made all the excuses for him, excused him, but why did I not believe such excuses myself?

I sadly realized that after being deceived, I was pathetic in excusing him and deceiving myself.

[Alva …] Fiona Croix was speechless.

She knew that it was not comfort I wanted, nor was it her obedience to my wishes.

[Alva, come to my place tonight.]

She’s afraid I’ll be alone with my thoughts.

I refused her kind offer, insisted on finding Walker Richter’s car in the open parking lot, found a hidden place to hide, and waited for them to come down together after dinner. In the shadows, I watched him gentlemanly pull open the car door for Susan Su, and heard her ask: “Walker, you really don’t want to go back to be with her? It’s been a long time since you’ve been back and women get paranoid, she’ll get suspicious.”

“No need.” Walker Richter’s back was turned to me, I couldn’t see his expression, but his cold and heartless words seemed like a sharp arrow through his chest pain: “When she successfully carries and gives birth, everything will be over.”