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.

dare he yell

was the one who was holding him

invitation again. He called over and over again, as if he would keep on calling if she didn't

had sent the video invitation for the

answered. Alison, just don't answer my phone for the rest of your fucking life if you

his breath but found Alison

He was stunned.

Holy shit!

Alison was crying?

was so

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

warmed Alison's heart. She wiped the tears from her eyes and

none of your

softened when he saw that Alison had finally become a

having a good time, you wouldn't be crying when you see me. You quite like to bully me. How could you possibly shed tears in front of me? Alison, you've

spoke, Ernesto choked up too, while his eyes turned slightly red, which made Alison

"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

said it, his nose twitched, and

a bit 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

down the corner of his eye onto the back of his

he be so

worried about her these days. He was worried that when he heard from Alison again, she had

the thought

that he couldn't ask anything,

himself to like someone

he looked at the single women in the company and all he

suddenly felt that Ernesto looked particularly

it felt

that this silly man was the only one who cared about her. And he was the only one who was afraid

had a sense

it was as if a string was pulling her and making her anxious to rush back after she was done with her

"Ernesto."

Alison suddenly spoke up.