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Chapter 19
Ididn’t know from when Antoine became very busy and rarely came back.
If he was so busy that he was at his wit’s end, the situation must have been very serious.
I returned to my small house again.
During the day, I often lounged on the balcony reading books, and at night, I played with the firework stick that Bryson specially bought for me.
In the moment when the fireworks burst, I seemed to see Alan’s smiling eyes and the corners of his lips lifting.
I waited quietly for the arrival of the final moment.
On the night of the beginning of summer, Antoine, who hadn’t been seen for a week, suddenly
appeared.
He called me and said, “Noemi, where are you?”
I held a lit sparkler and drew circles in the air, whispering, “In the house on East Road.”
His voice was restrained with anxiety, “Stay there and wait for me, don’t go anywhere, and don’t
open the door, understand?”
I curved my lips and said, “Okay.”
Great, it was finally coming to an end.
As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out, saying, “Come with me.”
I knowingly asked, “What happened?”
He stopped in his tracks and said, “There’s no time to explain too much. Bryson is an undercover police officer, and we must leave now.”
I stood still in place, Antoine thought I was scared and suddenly turned around to hug me.
His hand gently stroked my hair, “Don’t be afraid, Noemi. Zion has everything arranged. I will take
you away.”
I smiled and said, “Antoine, you can’t escape anymore, go surrender.”
With a sigh, his body suddenly stiffened.
After recovering his senses, he grabbed my shoulders with both hands, his eyes burning crimson, and asked me, “Don’t tell me, you’re Bryson’s informant.”
He trembled even in his voice, like a desperate little creature, looking at me with longing, hoping
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that I would deny his speculation.
Ibrushed away his hand and said, “Why do you keep asking questions you already know the answer
to?”
My words to him were undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, his eyes were so red that they were almost about to bleed.
He couldn’t believe it and asked me, “Why did you betray me? Why? Haven’t I been good enough to you all this time?”
It was good, right?
Taking care of my emotions everywhere, fulfilling all kinds of unreasonable demands, and never forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do.
But so what?
I had long harbored a deep hatred for him.
“Because I hated you.”
The sound of police sirens downstairs grew closer and closer.
Soon, all of this could be over.
Antoine suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist and pressed it against my forehead.
He gritted his teeth and said, “I told you before, even if it means death, I will not let you go.”
I raised my hands, gripped the barrel of the gun, and smirked, saying, “Since the day I agreed to cooperate with Bryson, life and death have been irrelevant.”
“He promised to take care of Dawson for the rest of his life, and I no longer had any worries.”
But even if I died, my soul would still detest you, and I would not accompany you on the road to th
. underworld.
“Even if there were future lives, even the next one, I will never give you a single bit of love again.”
Antoine was trembling heavily, and I saw tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.
He laughed self–deprecatingly, “Killing me with guilt, Noemi, you are really ruthless.”
* I fearlessly locked eyes with him.
His eyes were dim and difficult to distinguish, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words from his Hips, “Fine, then you can accompany me to die!”
I closed my eyes and waited for death silently.
After about half a minute, a force suddenly struck the side of my neck.
Lainted.
After waking up, the sky had already brightened.
There was no trace of Antoine around me anymore.
