For Erin, Stella didnât love him and didnât want to be with him. again, so the whole world was dark.
Instead of being sent to prison by her own hands, itâs better to end their relationship and save them both from suffering.
âHow do we end it?â
Stella lifted her gaze and stared coldly at Erin. It would be good to end it, but Erin would never let her go easily. Before they end it, he would probably make her suffer.
Erin took a step forward and slowly walked into the cage. When his tall figure squatted down, it brought a shadow, heavy and oppressive, enveloping Stella.
One sitting, one squatting, two deep eyes, staring at each other, countless inexplicable deep affections in Stellaâs resentful expression, seemed worthless.
Erinâs long eyelashes drooped, and after hesitating for a long time, he faintly spoke, âIf you stay with me for a month, like before, after itâs over, Iâll let you go.â
If he let her go, Erin would be sent to prison by her. How could Stella believe him? âYou went through so much trouble to bring me here. How could you kindly let me go?â
Someone like Erin, who didnât imprison her on a deserted island, can be considered merciful. However, Erin, who lost Stella, couldnât sleep day and night. He relied on swallowing drugs in his dreams and in reality to prevent himself from being so miserable. It was quite tiring.
He didnât make any solemn promises. He just took out a gun from his back and placed it in Stellaâs palm. âIf I donât let you go after a month, you can shoot me.â
Stella, holding the gun, remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised the gun and aimed it at Erinâs forehead, without any hesitation, she pulled the trigger.
It was empty, there were no bullets inside, and Erin was unharmedâ¦
âSo you really want me dead.â
Disappointment emanated from Erinâs deep and sinister eyes, enough to ignite Stella, but she shifted her gaze to the gun.
âYou really deceived me.â
Whatâs the use of giving her a gun without bullets?
Erin, kneeling on one knee on the ground, seemed angry, but he restrained himself from erupting. He simply took the gun from Stellaâs hand and opened the magazine.
When Stella saw a golden bullet lying inside, she hesitated. If she had fired six shots just now, Erin would have died. Unfortunately, Stella only fired one shot.
Erin stared at the bullet inside, hesitated for a moment, closed the magazine, picked up the gun, and placed it on the glass table outside the cage.
He turned around and looked at Stella sitting in the cage.
âIf you agree, this gun belongs to you.â
Stella didnât expect that Erin would still give her the gun. Wasnât he afraid that she would fire several shots after getting it?
Seemingly aware of her doubts, Erinâs face revealed a hint of a dark smile.
âDo you agree or not?â
Stella didnât want to be with Erin as she did before, but that was the only way to escape from here.
After hesitating for a long time, she nodded lightly.
In any case, she had to get the gun first.
Seeing her agreement, Erin brought the keys and removed the handcuffs and leg cuffs for Stella. Then he held her and walked out of the cage. When passing by the gun, Stella frowned.
âArenât you giving me the gun?â
Erin lowered his gaze, staring into her eyes, and spoke softly.
âAfter a month, Iâll give it to you.â
In other words, the prerequisite for getting the gun was to be with him for a month.
Erin raised his slender fingers and gently tapped her cold cheek.
âStella, you have no choice.â
Someone who had never intended to let her go would naturally not give her a choice. But if she took the gun from this place. while he was sleeping, there was a chance of success.
With this thought in mind, Stella let Erin carry her downstairs. It wasnât until they reached the ground floor that she realized she was in a mansion surrounded by green grass. Looking into the distance, she could see the endless seaâ¦
This was a deserted island that Erin had bought and trimmed and decorated. It had a touch of beauty.
When Stella was young, she had told Erin that her favorite thing. was a small island by the seaside, and when she grew up, if she had the chance, she would find a small island and spend her life with the person she loved. It would be a wonderful thing.
At that time, she liked Erin very much and said it on purpose for him to hear. But he didnât care, just glanced at her and said that girls like them had nothing in their minds except love and romance, utterly boring.
Erin didnât understand love. He never understood, from childhood until now. Even if he said he loved her, he treated her roughly, completely unaware that this extreme love was a form of harm.
Through the sunlight streaming in through the window, Stella looked up at Erin, who was holding her. If her parents hadnât died, and her aunt Karen hadnât taken her to the Simpson family, she wouldnât have met someone like Erin in her life, and she wouldnât have embarked on such a desperate journey. But in life, there are never any âifsââ¦