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

who

He called over and over again, as if he

had

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

under his breath

He was stunned.

Holy shit!

Alison was crying?

so

Fuck, where are you? Send me a location and I'll

wiped the tears from her

of your

finally become a little bossy like she used to

having a good time? You must be having a bad time, right? If you were having a good time, you wouldn't be crying when you see me.

while his eyes turned slightly red,

"You ..."

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

he said it,

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 can you do this? How

eye onto the back of his hand, and he quickly hid his hand behind

he

was really worried about her these days. He was worried that when he heard from Alison

the thought

he couldn't ask anything, that he

told himself to

the single women in the company and all he could think of was Alison's stubborn eyes and

suddenly felt that Ernesto looked particularly handsome in

this was what it felt

was the only one who cared about her. And

a sense of

far she went in the world, no matter what was going on around her, 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.