Chapter 139 The Unbearable Photos
She hugged herself tightly and suddenly shrank back.
Adrian suddenly felt short of breath. He lowered his hand, looking at her alarmed and vigilant expression. The man pursed his lips, averted his gaze, and strode into the villa.
Natalie covered her face, her body trembling uncontrollably.
After a few minutes, she straightened her clothes. Compared to the man's neat look, Natalie's clothes and dress were almost unwearable. Several buttons on her chest had opened, and she carefully adjusted them. She raised her hand to comb her messy hair and tie it up.
"woof, woof."
Natalie raised her eyes and saw an Alaskan dog standing outside the car. Her voice was hoarse. "Lucky."
"woof, woof!"
Natalie reached out and patted Lucky.
Lucky jumped into the car. It seemed to be familiar with getting in the car, so it lay in front of Natalie, raising its head to look at her. Natalie seemed to feel a bit of warmth and hugged Lucky.
After a while, she got out of the car, ready to leave.
Her current appearance was indeed quite disheveled. Several buttons on her chest had popped open. Natalie glanced at the man's suit scattered on the back seat, hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to put on the clothes. She couldn't leave bare-bodied.
Lucky seemed to know she was leaving and stood in front of her as if inviting her into the villa.
Natalie shook her head. "I'm not going. There is a demon inside."
She lowered her eyes. "Lucky, I'm leaving."
"woof, woof!"
Natalie took a few steps and heard sounds behind her. She turned around, watching Lucky wagging its tail. She waved at it and continued walking down the road in front of Bayview Villa. Only by descending the slope can she take a taxi.
Adrian stood in the study on the second floor, holding a glass of red wine, his gaze fixed on the slender figure. The bite marks on his wrist seemed to ache, and he looked at his wrist. This woman bit too hard.
On the man's hand, between the thumb and index. The teeth marks were clear, with traces of blood.
He took out his phone and dialed the security room. "Have someone follow that woman until she gets home."
"Yes!"
Adrian returned to his chair and took out a file about Natalie that he had found in the drawer.
It was full of unbearable photos.
Dating multiple boyfriends at the same time, having abortions, vanity, and so on.
His brow furrowed tightly.
Suddenly, his gaze fell inside the drawer on a red-knotted pendant.
He picked it up.
Could it be Natalie?
No.
How could it be her?
It's impossible.
Natalie returned home, turned on the shower, and stood underneath, rinsing herself over and over again.
There were bruises in several places on her body.
Especially on her waist, she felt like she couldn't wash herself clean, tears rolling down incessantly.
The hot water passed over the wounds on her face, causing a burning pain.
Natalie opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror through the mist.
Lost and helpless.
The next day, when she woke up, the swelling on her cheeks had worsened. She seemed to have a fever, entirely bedimmed and disoriented, coupled with an afflicted throat that felt dried to the point of smoldering. She was overcome by a pervasive sense of debility and languor.
She took a few cold pills and lay down.
Opening her eyes again, Natalie could no longer distinguish whether what she saw in front of her was an illusion or reality. She seemed to see her father, Stanley and Rosalie were cooking, with Ryan Teeger calling her, "Natalie, come to eat, stop playing."
Natalie blinked. "Brother."
She reached out, wanting to grab her brother's hand, but suddenly, everything disappeared.
As if shattered pieces of a mirror, Natalie sat up.
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