Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Clark's voice carried a hint of supplication.

Alison didn't know how she should reply, so she simply said nothing, and then left Clark's room somewhat awkwardly.

By the time she returned to her room, Alison felt particularly lonely.

It was clear that they were all her family, but she didn't feel the sense of belonging that comes with blood.

She could see the guilt and heartache Old Mrs. Close and Clark felt for her, as well as Kelly's fondness for her, but she could not fit into the family.

Maybe it was because they had different world views, or maybe it was because of the beliefs in her heart. She didn't know, but she felt loneliness like a vine that wrapped itself tightly around her and was getting tighter and tighter, suffocating her.

Alison didn't care what the Close family would find out, but simply took out her phone and made a call. But at the sound of beeping, she hung up again.

What was she going to say?

She had disappeared since the start of Project Laurence and hadn't contacted him for so long. What could she say now that she had suddenly contacted him?

Alison gave a bitter laugh, but her phone rang so violently that Alison almost dropped it in fright.

On the screen was the familiar number she had memorized, but she was afraid to answer it, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Ernesto hadn't heard from Alison in a long, long time. At this point, she contacted him out of the blue but hung up abruptly, leaving Ernesto with bad feelings.

She couldn't be in some kind of trouble, could she?

The phone kept ringing but there was no answer, and Ernesto's frown grew tighter and tighter.

He solicitously sent a video chat invitation, but Alison hung up quickly.

Ernesto was instantly furious.

"Alison, if you don't fucking answer the phone again, do you believe I'm going to ignore you for the rest of my life?"

He sent a voice message.

At the sound of Ernesto's familiar voice, Alison could no longer hold back her tears as she bit her lower lip.

She hadn't cried talking about the past, and she hadn't cried when she was alone in the Close family, but she had cried when she heard Ernesto's growl.

he yell at

the one who

called over and

when Ernesto had sent the video

Alison, just don't answer my phone for the rest

his breath

He was stunned.

Holy shit!

Alison was crying?

so

crying? Did someone bully you? Fuck, where are you? Send me a location and I'll go chop that guy

wiped the tears from her eyes

none of your

when he saw that Alison had finally become a little bossy like

good time, you wouldn't be crying when

while his eyes turned

"You ..."

to me, but you could have at least sent me a text message to let me know you are alive! Would you have given me something to look forward to? It's like you've just disappeared. I understand you have a mission or a task, but can you think of me even a little bit? I know I'm just an assistant and I'm a bit delusional to catch up with you. But you have to give me a chance. What's a chance? At least I have to be able to see you and touch you. You said before that if I beat you, you'd give me the chance to woo you. I've been training these days and I'm confident I can beat you now. Really, Alison, you can't

he said it,

of a bitch, and I don't feel good when no one hits me. I'm training every day to make myself stronger. In this way, at least you will be able to hit me more comfortably, right? How

bowed his head while a drop of tear dripped down the corner of his eye onto the back of his hand, and he quickly hid his

he

He was worried that when he heard from

ached at the

hated the feeling that he couldn't ask anything, that he didn't know

himself to like

at the single women in the company and all he could think of

that Ernesto looked

was what it

apart from Chad, it seemed that this silly man was the only one who cared about her. And he was the only

had a sense

the world, no matter what was going on around her, it was as if a string was pulling her and

"Ernesto."

Alison suddenly spoke up.