hooklinebooks Chapter 799 - 411 Returning to the Hughes Clan, Seeing Joshua Again_3
Chapter 799 - 411 Returning to the Hughes Clan, Seeing Joshua Again_3
The surroundings were still silent, without any news. Joshua Hughes’s eyes were filled with bloodlust and brutality, crimson and terrifying, his large hand clenched into a fist.
Avery Jane, it’s all because you don’t obey, don’t blame others...
On the ninth day, after wandering outside for nine whole days, she learned from Nora Thompson that Joshua Hughes had returned long ago. He occasionally took Evelyn Yates to attend business banquets, and seemed to have a new woman.
Someone saw Joshua Hughes entangled with a passionate mixed-race woman in the garden of a banquet.
Indeed, this man is nothing but a stud. Avery Jane contemptuously cursed him in her heart.
It seemed she was safe. He had a new target and presumably would not bother her anymore. Carrying her small bag, she returned to Dame Jasper’s house in Seattle.
"Where’s Zoe? You’ve been gone for so many days, I can’t keep up with the work, quickly change your clothes and help me arrange these mangoes."
Dame Jasper greeted Avery Jane happily as soon as she saw her. This girl was usually quite well-behaved; she liked tenants like her.
"Alright, Dame Jasper, has anyone come looking for me lately?" Avery Jane still had some doubts in her heart. Could it be that man just let her go that easily?
"No one at all." Dame Jasper answered without even lifting her head. Avery Jane felt relieved and went upstairs. Was this considered freedom?
She felt a bit inexplicably uncertain, was it happiness, or loss?
She herself didn’t know, she thought it should be happiness...
The room was still as clean and fresh as ever. She changed her clothes, put on her floral apron, tied her long hair into a ponytail, and placed her travel bag in the large box under the bed. She saw a piece of paper lying quietly beneath the bed. Sometimes the wind was strong this season, and she didn’t know when it had blown down there.
Avery Jane lay on the ground, extending her hand to pick up the paper.
The words, written in pen on the white paper, were powerful and exuded a sense of dominance, much like its owner. Avery Jane glanced at them, and slowly her lips turned white, then her face also paled, devoid of blood, as if her heart nearly stopped beating. What was this?
If this was considered punishment, then it was too inhumane, too crazy...
Just moments ago, her breathing was calm, but just a piece of paper, just a few words, made her forehead break out in a cold sweat in this winter. Her stomach seemed to be churned by something, wanting to vomit but feeling her throat blocked tightly, even wanting to open her mouth to breathe forcefully seemed difficult.
She could even feel that man’s large hands passing through her chest cavity, grabbing her heart and squeezing it tightly, until her heart was crushed completely. Was it already too late?
Her ice-cold slender hand grabbed the travel bag just stuffed under the bed, stumbled, and rushed down the narrow stairs, knocked over the strawberries on the fruit stand, and the red berries rolled all over the floor, but she couldn’t pay them any mind...
"What’s up with the youth now, even such a quiet girl runs like the wind..." Dame Jasper watched Avery Jane, carrying her bag like a madwoman, rush out to the street, no matter how she called after her, she couldn’t stop her. She couldn’t help but shake her head in lament.
What was his phone number?
Avery Jane tried hard to remember, but she couldn’t recall it. After coming to Washington State, she had changed her phone, so she simply didn’t bother to remember his number. What should she do?
Shivers coursed through her whole body, cold enough to almost overwhelm her. That chill emanated from her heart, spreading throughout her body with the flow of blood.
The cold was accompanied by fear, panic, confusion, all the worst emotions arriving together, driving her nearly insane.
A gigantic plane slowly began to taxi, then accelerated, rushing into the clouds despite various discomforts. Yet, soaring through the clouds felt so wonderful, that should have been freedom, leisure, but now it carried her to the closest point to heaven, where the divine seemed to inhabit the sacred clouds outside the window.
However, reality was so cruel, she had to return to that nightmare, and she might never wake up again.
On the ninth day, was the woman still unmoved?
Joshua Hughes’s eyes were full of a penetrating chill that nearly froze others. This woman really brought it upon herself.
The temperature emanating from him forcibly lowered the warmth in the thermostatic office a few degrees.