I Got Married Without You

Chapter 677 Let’s End This

Amelia waited for James’ answer. But he never responded even after a long time. In the end, she smiled at him…

“I see. You… don’t want me anymore…”

She raised her hand, wiped away the tears, and took a step back. Her eyes were filled with disappointment…

However, she didn’t leave, but stood there alone, looking at the silent man, and spoke softly.

“Okay, but can I know the reason?”

In the black overcoat and gold-rimmed glasses, James looked out

of her reach.

Amelia knew that there was a gap between them, and there would never be a moment when they would connect to each other.

However, when she was given hope, she wanted to grasp even the slightest chance and ask for an answer that might kill her.

Unfortunately, that hope was destroyed. James didn’t speak nor look up at her as if he was forcing her to leave with his cold

silence.

Chapter 677 Let’s End This

Upon guessing his thoughts, Amella touched the scar left by

suicide on her left hand…

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It wasn’t until this moment that she realized what real pain was. It turned out to be more painful than death.

She resisted the agonizing pain, raised her tear-stained face, and

at James’ flawless face.

you wanted to marry me and that we’ll be together

furrowed his thick eyebrows, then slowly looked up at Amelia, who was

indifferent as before, but there was an emotion that was hard to

I was unconscious

“I was at…”

with Aaron Johnson.” James

I woke up, I hoped for you to come

“Aaron Johnson imp…”

his

hand away to stop her

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don’t have the energy to chase you anymore. Let’s end this.”

opened the car door, and

he was about to leave, Amelia rushed over. Before she could touch the car

flowing water that couldn’t be grasped

drove away and recalled what he had said. It was exactly

suddenly looked up at the

is over. When will you let

this dream for too long. Now, it should be the time to wake up,

didn’t answer

She lowered her

she couldn’t get the answer…

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on her thin shoulders like a bleak, withered flower.

squatted down slowly, and buried her head in her arms…

pouring into her body through her clothes,

that she was willing to die for him

“Heh…”