Chapter 488

Alice said as she held the cup in her hand.

She hadn't even loved him, so how could she love him again?

"Never loved?" Patrick seemed to have heard a joke, and laughed mockingly, "Alice, how many years have we been together? That period of time, it was too much to say that we could live together, you tell me now that you have never loved me, hm?"

Patrick leaned back and raised his head to look at the sky. His face was filled with a mocking smile, and his eyes were dyed with a thin layer of water.

This made his vision blur even more.

He can't see anything.

"Yes, maybe I wasn't clear enough before, but I'm going to say it one last time. The first man I fell in love with was William, I have never loved you."

Alice slowly stood up with the coffee cup in her hands.

Patrick blinked his eyes and looked at her, trying to hide his emotions.

He had lost six years of memories and the Miller Family. He had started working under one of the Brown Family's subordinates just to get close to her.

Now she told him she had never loved him.

"Patrick, if you spend so much effort only for this moment, I'll grant you that wish."

Alice's voice was wooden, without a trace of emotion. She held the cup, raised her head and slowly drank a mouthful of coffee.

Patrick's body stiffened; his eyes blank as he watched her drink the coffee. Alice kept the coffee in her mouth and looked down at Patrick.

Patrick reclined on the imperial concubine's bed, staring at her lips, one of his legs unconsciously curled up.

Her lips were beautiful, and even though they didn't look the least bit red, he could imagine that they were soft.

Very soft.

Gradually she leaned over him, blocking out the sunlight in front of him.

Finally, she kissed him on the lips.

Patrick's legs bent, and his feet rubbed against the warm couch.

He thought she was right, that was the moment he had spent so much time and effort on, and when she kissed him, he was shaken.

She had never loved him, but he loved her so much.

Love her care, love her voice, love the hand she pulled him up in the snow.

Alice bent over to stand by his side, her lips pressed against his. Her eyes were half shut, her long hair hanging down, her hair brushing against his face, causing a rare dubious relationship between them to arise.

Patrick raised his head and accepted her kiss. He extended his hand and slowly stroked her body, his fingers caressing her slender waist.

He took her soft, cold lips and savored the taste of her lips.

The bitterness of the coffee and the sweetness of the sugar.

Alice kissed him, and then she placed the coffee in her mouth into his mouth with the last of her determination.

I can't let you go.

Because all the people I love die in your hands.

I don't know who was wrong, but I decided to do it.

Alice put all the coffee on his lips, then left his lips and stood up, quietly watching her.

Patrick straightened his body, his dark brown eyes looking at her, and in the next second, he lowered his head, spitting all the coffee in his mouth onto the floor.

Alice looked at him in shock.

After Patrick spat out the coffee, he wiped his lips with his thumb and looked at her, whose face had turned pale white. He said in a low voice, "I thought that the last kiss would take a longer time, but who would have thought that after feeding me the poison, you would leave."

She pulled away so fast.

Heh.

Alice's face was as pale as paper, without a hint of blood.

He sensed it.

She was really stupid, leaving William's protection. She was always so stupid that there was nothing she could do.

"Alice, I never thought that you would know about William's death. You didn't choose to stay by my side, nor did you choose to perish together with me. Patrick sneered and looked at her mockingly.

Alice stood there, and upon hearing what he said, the expression on her face did not change at all.

"I'm going to die, but I want to see the twins again."

"No," she said.

Patrick laughed even more mockingly than before as he stood up from the imperial concubine's bed, "Twins? William was ranked first, her parents were ranked second, and the twins ranked third! Alice, your heart is really filled with people, I am the only one who isn't here! "Don't forget, among these people, we were the first to get to know each other. After a long period of suffering, I even personally went to England to save you!"

Alice stood there silently.

Patrick pulled her in front of him, placed his hand on the back of her head and stared fiercely at her, "If it wasn't me, you would have died in Cullen Family long ago! I saved your life, but now you want me to die!"

He roared with some anger.

She wanted to kill him!

Once, they were the two closest people to each other. But now, she wanted to kill him!

"Patrick, kindness repaid enmity. I learned this from you." Alice stood there without moving, she looked up at him, her gaze cold, "Isn't it all your credit for Brown Family to have turned out like this?"

"So, you already know about it." Patrick sneered, and lowered his eyes to look at her, "You've long suspected it, right? That's why you came here with the poison. You want to kill me just because you have doubts? Is this how you trust me?"

She had said that she trusted no one in the world, and she trusted him.

She only suspected that it was impossible for her to make a move. Didn't she ask Mary too? The current Mary couldn't make up such a huge story.

But that didn't matter. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to avenge her father. That was the truth.

"Let me guess, when did William's surviving subordinates go back to add fuel to the fire?" Patrick said as he held her head. His voice started to turn cold, "You would rather believe in William's subordinates than me?"

"Then do you dare to look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't kill my parents?"

Alice asked, her voice even colder than his.

They were so close that he could count the blood in her eyes. He stared at her for a long time before he said, "I didn't!"

"You're shameless!"

Alice quickly said.

"'"'* Patrick's hands gradually turned cold as he held her head. Alice looked at him with eyes full of sorrow, "Patrick, how can you still deceive me? Did you feel a sense of accomplishment when you ordered my father's death? Did you know that my parents originally felt that they owed you? So, they never mentioned the inheritance of the Brown Family to William, but they still wanted to see you as the successor to the Brown Family! But what did you do? You want to snatch the Brown Family so quickly?"

"I didn't!"

Hearing this, Patrick's face darkened to the extreme. He fiercely pushed her away and hysterically shouted, "I did not give the order to kill him!"

"I never thought of killing him, it's William's fault. His subordinates had gone to rescue him, which caused this tragedy! By the time I arrived, it was already too late! Your father is no longer breathing! He has already been shot to death by a random shot! " Patrick roared, as he removed all of the gentleness from his body.

Hearing his words, Alice closed her eyes, the image of her father being shot around surfaced in her mind. Her body was in extreme pain, as though it was being cut open.

"As for you, your mother committed suicide. As you have seen, is this considered my fault as well?" Patrick roared. Disregarding all his connections, his breathing grew hurried.

Poison is poison.

Even without drinking it, his tongue was beginning to tingle.

"Patrick, don't throw yourself off completely." Alice glared at him; her eyes filled with hatred. "If it wasn't for you plotting to seize the Brown Family, how could my father have died? My father didn't die, so how could my mother commit suicide? "You don't even have the slightest intention to repent!"

How could he just leave it all behind, as if it wasn't his fault at all?

Why did he become so cold-blooded? "I repent. If I need repentance, don't you want it?" Patrick growled.

"What did you say?"

Alice asked.

Patrick pulled her in front of him, and stared at her, "Alice, let me tell you, the one who caused your family to die was none other than your so-called love!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

There was no longer any warmth on Alice's body, and it was so cold that she could no longer feel like she was still alive.

Her love destroyed her home?

"After you fall in love with William, you will always become reckless, and no one can obstruct you from loving him. This is the rebellion that lies deep within your bones!" Patrick tightly held onto her arms, and stared at her, "You said that you did not betray our agreement!? Fine, I deserved to be abandoned by you once, it was I who forgot about my memories! What about the second time? Who saved you when you were tortured in England? You promised you would never be with William, and you promised you would walk with me! But in the end? You're engaged to him! "Since you've said that you will give up on me, then you give up!" Alice heard the resentment in his voice, hatred that seeped into his blood. "What am I to you? An item, giving it up just like that? Don't I have a mind, don't I suffer? What makes you think I can afford to give up like that?" Patrick accused her, and used all the hatred he had towards her, "When you threw caution to the wind for your love, have you ever thought about how I felt? I will forever be forgotten by you in the furthest corner! You won't even ask if my heart will ache!"

Alice stared at him blankly, her hand clenched painfully.

She had betrayed Patrick, and this was her original sin.

"I know you will hate me, but I didn't think you would hate me to the point of destroying my family." Alice pushed his hand away, and suddenly became agitated, "If you hate me, you can come and hurt me, why did you hurt my father? What's wrong with him?"

"I don't hate you. What I hate is William and your so-called love!"

Patrick stared at her.

Alice felt that her tongue was a little numb. She looked at the hatred on Patrick's face and laughed bitterly, "I think I did something wrong."