Chapter 315

But she, Lancaster Mona, did not even get his favor.

After thinking about it, Mona had an idea and said gently, "Mr.Cullen, you can't control yourself from being entangled with Alice, and you are only willing to eat the food she makes. You won't recover if you continue.

Mona firmly believed that William definitely did not have true love to Alice.

Even the paranoid personality disorder is causing trouble, as long as it is cured.

"I've said it before. I can't cure this illness!"

William said coldly that every word was forceful, and there was no room for negotiation.

"But your body won't be able to take it if this goes on." Mona said with a pained heart, "Mr.Cullen, I have confessed to you before, I like you, so I am very worried about you. I do not want you to be unhealthy."

"Get lost!"

After eating the cake, William's stomach no longer hurt anymore.

"Mr.Cullen!"

"Go out!" William glared at her, "If you don't stop, I'll kick you down!"

"Where are you going? Are you still going to look for Alice? You know you can't pester her anymore. "Mona said while looking at him, and repeatedly exhorted him.

"Don't let me say it a third time! Get lost!"

William glared at her fiercely, his expression extremely gloomy.

"Alright then, I will get off, and you can stop looking for Alice." Mona opened the door and got off.

Just as she closed the door, and the car shot out like an arrow from a bow, leaving her where she was.

Looking at the car that was drove away, Mona was filled with envy and hatred. She slammed the bag in her hand onto the ground fiercely, "Alice!"

Could it be that he really had to get rid of Alice and she obtain William's love? William drove the car by himself on the road, his long fingers turning the wheel, his face somewhat pale white, as he stared ahead with his black eyes, the thin lips were all tightly-knit together.

"William, what right do you have to order me?"

"I'm telling you, you will never be able to command me again. If you don't come, then I won't come either."

"William, we have separated, I would rather feed the dustbin, and I will not give you a bite to eat."

Alice's cold words resonated in his ears, shaking his ears and making it hurt.

William drove the car aimlessly.

The sports car was speeding along the highway.

He firmly stepped on the accelerator and tried to forget about Alice's cold voice, but he couldn't.

She hated him.

He could hear it.

William's phone kept ringing, but he did not care. He continued to drive on the road, and the scenery on the side of the road were moving backwards crazily, blurring his vision.

He could not approach Alice.

He can't reveal what happened that year.

Alice was a woman that he shouldn't have.

He knew all this with a clear mind, and then he fell back into chaos, unable to control himself.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, William's stomach started to ache again. He stopped the car by the side of the road and held his stomach with his slender hand.

After a moment, the corners of his lips curled up into a self-deprecating smile.

Does she hate him so much? She hated him so much that she didn't even give him a single bite of food.

William looked up and realized that he had unknowingly drove his car to Port of Heaven.

The Port of Heaven had lived here with Alice for quite a while.

William looked in front of him, then suddenly stretched his hand out and rummaged through the carriage. He took out a box from the carriage, which held all the keys and atrial card s.

He took out one of the atrial cards. It was the universal atrial cards in the duplex suite of Port of Heaven.

Port of Heaven A, 12th floor.

William leaned on the wall of the elevator and coldly watched as the elevator door opened up with a pair of black eyes.

Walking to the tightly closed door, William took out the atrial card and opened the door.

The door opened in front of him.

William looked in and saw the shoe rack at the entrance. It was completely cleaned up and only his shoes were left, but there was also a pair of female slippers.

Women's slippers were leaning against the men's slippers, creating a perfect pair.

William took off his shoes, put on his slippers and walked inside, and it was all cleaned up inside.

It had been a long time since he'd been here. He walked to the bedroom and opened the closet. Only his clothes were there, not a single piece of women's clothing.

That's right, he once asked Daniel to return all of Alice's things to her.

It was too bad for him to see her slippers here.

William closed the door to the wardrobe and laid down on the huge round bed. The curtains covered the light outside, and there was no light in the huge bedroom.

He lay on his back on the bed, picked up a pillow and placed it in front of him, then took a deep breath.

There was no feeling of the past.

Just like how he and Alice just spoke the truth, and then it would be over. He thought that she would be able to break up with him peacefully, but she wanted to break all ties and even directly call the police when she saw him.

William frowned, then impatiently threw the pillow out. He laid there with his arms across his forehead, his fingers long and distinct.

Time quietly passed second by second.

Suddenly, his stomach started to throb again.

A while ago, Alice had already nurtured his stomach well. It never ached once again, and when she left, it hurt again.

William was in so much pain that he could no longer lie down. He sat up on the bed, placed a hand on his stomach and walked out.

He had gotten used to it. When he was hungry, he would go find water to drink. Cold water, ice water, hot water were all good. As long as he drank them to his stomach, he wouldn't feel so bad.

William walked through the empty house, and past the living room.

Suddenly, his feet stopped.

William suddenly turned his body and stared at the wall in the living room. There were countless of paintings on the wall, and one could tell from the strokes that they came from Alice.

When did she draw so many paintings here?

William's eyes widened as he endured the pain in his stomach and walked to the wall, staring at it.

In the upper left-hand corner, a cartoon figure with a little girl painted on it was lying on a polygraph chair.

[The beginning of the story is that I really hate you. You are the most paranoid person I've ever met, and you only believe what you're willing to believe. You have never listened to the narration of others.]

Disgusting.

She had used that word too lightly. At that time, she simply disliked him. William stood there and looked at the second painting. In the picture, there was a pile of wolf dust on the ground, and the little girl was surrounded by people as she hugged her head and squatted on the wall. A little boy walked in front of her and extended his hand out.

There was also a line of words written below it.

[It has been a long time since someone protected me like you. Your moves shocked me.]

The third painting was a picture of a boy hugging a little girl in complete darkness, with words below it.

[I've heard that the timing of a person's appearance is very important. You appear at everytime I need you.]

This woman had known how good he was to her.

Should he disappear? like now, every time she needed him.

William's lips curled up into a smile as he looked at the paintings one by one. The ones behind him were all pictures of him normally getting along with her. There was him standing on the bed and arguing with her; there was him hugging her from behind; there was him exercising ... Each picture was accompanied by a line of text.

William stood there, the coldness in his eyes slowly melting. He looked at them one by one, slowly appreciating them, afraid that he would appreciate too quickly and he would have nothing to look at.

A picture appeared in his line of sight. It was the figure of a little girl carrying a suitcase as she left. Below it were a few lines of elegant handwriting.

[William, when I drew all these, I was wondering what kind of existence you really were in my heart.

I thought about it for a long time.

We've quarreled and even fought, but anyway, you're a special existence for me, and I sincerely hope you'll be all right in the future.

I hope your temper will improve and that you'll be more gentle with others. This way, more people will treat you sincerely.]

Below was a date.

Looking at the date in this picture that she threw away the storage ring, when she was about to leave.

Only now did he see it.

William lifted his hand to feel the delicate handwriting. He was gentle to her, but wasn't he gentle enough? He had never treated anyone like that he had her in his life.

It was just that no one spoke softly.

It's worth writing about as we go.

He, William, did not care who wanted more people's sincerity.

William stared at the words on the scroll alone. As he moved his finger, he saw a pink arrow heading towards the right.

There were also a large number of cartoons on the side.

It's not over yet?

William looked to the side and saw that the comics in front of him had been reset.

The scene of the two of them having dinner together turned into a scene of their backs facing each other as they ate.

The scene of the two of them embracing turned into one inside the door and the other outside.

The bits and pieces that they got along with each other were split by Alice using painting. The two people in the painting ran counter to each other, without any point of convergence.

The last picture shows the girl, tiny and squat, standing in a corner, and in the distance, the little boy carried another person away from her, getting farther and farther away.

The little girl's figure was small, even smaller than the dustbin at the side, as if she was growing into the ground.

Looking at that picture, William's chest was being trampled on ruthlessly, as if someone was stepping on it with their feet, trampling on it with all their might. Alice came to draw this after he mentioned about breaking up.

He had no idea when she had come alone. She had drawn the events of the days after he had proposed a breakup.

There was a line of text at the bottom of the screen...

Where's your home? Don't lie to me.]

Only ten words.

William stared at the ten words and the question mark, and could not help but lean back against the wall, as his posture closed to depression.

He thought of the night he had proposed to her and how she had excitedly announced to everything in the lounge that she had a home.

She longed for a home.

He thought he could afford it, but in the end he found out he couldn't afford it. Suddenly, he found another small line of words in the corner.

"William, I love you so much, please don't let me down, okay? Can you not love others? When we get married, we will come back here. Just the two of us will come back, won't we?]