In the Yan Garden.
In the hall.
Martin helped Cassandra sit down on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief after making sure that he
didn't touch her wound. Martin, who had always been calm and composed in the business world,
looked cautious now.
"I'm sorry." Martin sat down with a cold expression on his face.
There was an invisible wave in Cassandra's chest, and her throat moved slightly. She smiled, "It's just a
small wound. It's okay. Martin, don't worry."
Martin clenched his fists so tightly that his fingers turned pale. He slowly raised his eyes, which
reflected different lights. After a long time, he said word by word, "It's my fault. Do you know that when I
heard that you were injured, I wished... How I wish I could kill them all! "
Over the years, he had come to this day stepping on blood and bones. Even his bones were soaked in
blood. He was born unparalleled, with strong power. His clansmen were afraid of him and hated him,
and no one in the world could stop him.
He had always been decisive, but in front of her, he always restrained himself and wanted to become a
normal person with emotions and desires.
Looking at his ferocious face, Cassandra found his eyes were as dark as ink, as if there were two
inexhaustible karma fires that would burn her to ashes the next second.
The air in the big room seemed to be frozen into ice in an instant.
But strangely, Cassandra was not afraid at all. In her previous life, she had tried her best to escape, but
in this life, she wanted to get closer to him, and even if she was infused into his bones and blood, she
was willing to do so.
At that moment, she suddenly understood why such a tiny moth, even though it would be devoured by
the flames, still had no regrets.
Cassandra's chest seemed to be crumpled into pieces. She stared at Martin without blinking and said
in an extremely calm voice, "Martin, I've always wanted to ask you, have you lived a hard life alone
these years?"
If it was a purulent scar in the past, she would tear it and squeeze out the purulent blood from it, so that
the scar could heal.
She had never been sure whether her choice was right or wrong, but at this point, she had no room for
retreat. No matter what the consequences would be, she would accept them frankly.
Martin's back suddenly froze, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away. He stared at
Cassandra with burning eyes. For a moment, he suddenly felt that the secret he tried hard to keep was
no longer kept.
Martin's heart sank slowly, his pale lips tightened into a straight line, and a hint of panic gradually
appeared in his eyes. After a long time, he raised his hand feebly, with his cheek deeply buried in his
palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "I suffered a lot. But I'm used to it. "
His life was always difficult.
Cassandra's heart twitched for no reason. She looked at Martin, as if something was about to fall down
from her eyes, but she just reached out, held the man's hand and pulled it down one point one. "From
now on, you won't suffer any more with my company. I'm sorry. I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so
long... "
When Martin's hand was pulled away by her, his pupils contracted and his pale face was full of
disbelief. He thought that she would find a way to escape when she knew his unbearable past, but he
thought thousands of times and did not expect that this person would choose to stay with him.
Martin's face suddenly froze, and his whole body seemed to be stiff. He didn't know how long it took for
him to find his lost voice, "I... I don't know how many dirty things I have done. I used dirty means to get
you and even sent people to follow you. You... You... Are you really willing to stay with me? "
He was never a good man. When he climbed out of the mud step by step, he didn't have any so-called
natural conscience. He was killing for no reason. He was so cruel that even he hated himself like this.
No one loved him, and no one really cared him. All he had in his life was conspiracy and tricks. He was
destined to drag everyone to death.
Even if he got Cassandra by all means at that time, he just wanted to imprison her by his side. He was
willing to do anything for her even if she hated him all his life.
But he had never thought that Cassandra would love him sincerely.
It seemed that a filthy man like him didn't deserve her at all.
Cassandra chuckled, "Yes."
Boom! Boom——
It was like a thunder exploding on the ground, hitting Martin's head hard. His face suddenly froze, and
he stared at Cassandra unblinkingly, his heart beating faster and faster.
He even felt that he had auditory hallucination just now.
Cold sweat broke out on Martin's back. After a long time, his unusually hoarse voice broke the silence.
He almost used up all his strength and said in a very low voice, "What did you say?"
Cassandra, "Martin, I like you, even if you are a devil of mutual indignation, even if your hands are
covered with blood, I like you. Even if I will die in your hands one day, I won't regret it."
Martin was completely stunned, with an unbelievable look on his face. His chest heaved violently, and
the beautiful face of the girl was reflected in his dark eyes.
It... It was not a dream.
Then she heard Cassandra's soft voice again.
"You'd better give me some reaction. If you keep doing this... I have to think that you don't like me,
Martin... " Cassandra curled her lips as if she had suffered a great grievance.
The next second, Martin suddenly held her in his arms. He moved fast, but in fact, when he touched
the girl's body, his movements were unusually gentle, but his arms were very tight, as if to keep
Cassandra into his bones.
Resting his head on the girl's shoulder, Martin breathed quickly, "Cassandra..."
He had thousands of words to say, but in the end, he couldn't say a word.
Cassandra raised her hand and gently patted his back, as if coaxing a child. At that moment, all the
grudges seemed to have dissipated, and all the previous things flashed away like a flash, and the
unforgettable hatred also dissipated.
She had thought that she came back for revenge, but at this moment, she finally understood the
meaning of her rebirth.
She had gone through hundreds and thousands of hardships not for revenge, but for Martin.
"Ding -"
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Cassandra almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Damn it! Who the hell dared to interrupt her when she
was so sentimental!
Blue veins stood out on Cassandra's forehead. She pushed Martin away carefully and took out her
phone. The caller ID was Johnny.
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