Chapter 12
“But once chased, it was already gone.”
“Waste.”
Howard muttered under his breath.
These days, Beatrice “almost never left Howard’s side,”
She dragged him to the amusement park, asked him to accompany her to eat desserts, and even pretended to be sick in the middle of the night to make him accompany her to the emergency room.
Howard was pretending on the surface, but the coldness in his eyes was growing deeper.
I felt that the woman in front of me was so unfamiliar, completely different from the first time we met.
He sent out one group after another, almost covering the entire city, but Victoria seemed to have disappeared into thin dir, leaving no t Another mission failure.
The police seemed to have known their route in advance, and intercepted them halfway. Howard’s men the arm.
“Damn it!”
trace behind.
n suffered heavy losses, and he himself was shot in
A list smashed into the wall, eyes
res filled with anger.
“It must be Victoria! She must have gone back to the police station!”
Howard didn’t say anything, just lowered his head and looked at the wound on his arm, blood dripping from his fingertips.
He remembered that every time he got hurt before, Victoria would coldly bandage him up, scold him “serves you right“, but her hands were gentle as if afraid of hurting him
But now, no one would frown and treat his wounds,
Howard stood in V
Victoria’s former room, his fingertips brushing over the lipstick that had fallen on the dressing table.
He didn’t know why he was so persistent in looking for her.
Even though she may have betrayed him, even though she may have long been in cahoots with the p
police… he just wanted to see her.
He wanted to hear her coldly scold him with “Mr. irwin,” wanted to see her impatiently frown and smoke, and even wanted to be threatened by her with a gun again, hearing her say “Try moving me again.”
That night, Howard drank a lot of alcohol.
He lay on Victoria’s bed, the pillow still seemed to carry her scent, alcohol burning his eyes, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, a hoarse whisper escaped his throat “Victoria,”
Why did you betray me? I was the one who saved you.
No one responded.
The room was empty, with only him inside.
Just as he was half drunk and half awake, the door was gently pushed open.
“Howard.” Beatrice’s voke came, with a hint of timid probing
“You drank too much, I, I’ll take c
care of you.”
Howard lazily opened his eyelids, and moonlight spilled in from the window, outlining Beatrice’s slender figure. She was wearing an almost transparent silk nightgown, holding a doll barefoot on the carpet, like a little white rabbit lost in a woll’s den
Howard stared at her, the alcohol malding his vision slightly blurry.
But rice walked carefully to
to the edge of the bed and reached out to touch his face.
“Were you feeling very uncomfortable? Let me help you…”
Her fingertips had just touched his skin when Howard suddenly grabbed her wrist, so forcefully that she let out a soft cry, her eyes instantly turning red, her wodne treinbling with tears.
“You hurt me….
Howard said nothing, just stared at her.
She didn’t know what she was doing, she was a fool, naive to the point of cruelty.
Howard’s breathing suddenly became heavier, alcohol and desire burning his rationality, he suddenly rolled over and pushed Beatrice down on the bed.
Beatrice gasped, but did not resist, only looked at him with those innocent big eyes, and asked softly.
“Howard… What are you going to do?”
Howard didn’t answer, he lowered his head and bit her neck.
Beatrice hummed lightly, her fingers unconsciously grabbing his collar, her body trembling slightly.
Her reaction was native and straightforward, like a child who is inexperienced in the ways of the world, yet somehow able to arouse the most primal desires in men,
Howard’s hand slipped into her nightgown, feeling the warm and soft skin beneath his palm. Beatrice whimpered as she snuggled into his arms, seeming both afraid and eager.
At that moment, Howard’s mind suddenly flashed with Victoria’s face.
Her cold smile, the way she pointed the gun at him, the look of her eyes turning red when he pressed her against the wall and kissed her.. “Damn ir!”
He pushed Beatrice away abruptly, staggered to his feet, his chest heaving violently.
Beatrice sat up dazedly, her nightgown hanging off her shoulder in disarray, revealing large patches of snowy white skin. “Howard?”
Howard turned his back to her, fingers digging deep into the palm of his hand.
What on earth was he doing?
“Go out
His voice was as cold as ice.
“But..”
“Don’t make me say it a second time.”
Howard suddenly turned around, the fierceness in his eyes making her shiver.
Beatrice ran out crying, and slammed the door shut.
Howard stood still, breathing heavily. After the alcohol and desire faded away, only endless emptiness and Irritability remained. He raised his hand and smashed it against the wall blood vessels instantly appearing on his knuckles. But this slight pain couldn’t suppress the emotions churning in his heart.
“Victoria…”
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He growled low, as it he wanted to chew up this name and swallow it
“You’re really like a lingering ghost…”
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