I Got Married Without You

As Erin watched the figure standing in the light, he thought Stella was scared. She forced herself up from the ground.

“Stella, turn around.”

Upon hearing his voice, Stella couldn’t help but turn her head. She saw Erin, who had put on a jacket and had a relaxed smile on his face.

“You didn’t kill anyone, so I won’t be in trouble.”

Afraid she wouldn’t believe him, Erin, with his bloody body, walked towards her.

“I’m a doctor, I can stop the bleeding myself…”

He raised his large hand, filled with deep affection and reluctance, and touched Stella’s face.

“Don’t be afraid, let’s go…”

Stella looked at him, stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly made up her mind. She turned around, grabbed Henry’s hand, and quickly walked out of the room…

As the door opened, Stella, covered in sunlight, felt no. warmth, only stiffening her body. She held onto Henry and ran downstairs…

When Henry left the mansion, he glanced in the direction of the top floor and happened to see the man standing in front of the French window. She couldn’t make out his expression or whether he would die, but she felt that the gates of hell should no longer open to Stella…

As he watched the couple board the speedboat, Erin thought that Stella might turn back and look at him, but she never did…

turned out that Stella really didn’t love

this, his body, which he had been forcing, suddenly slid down the

pants, and the carpet

covered

broken, it can’t

I’ll deceive you too, and we’ll

at the light refracting from outside the window, only to find

strength left. He could only stay in the darkness, slowly watching his blood drip away…

images of Stella flashed through Erin’s

of whether he disliked or despised

would hide in corners, under trees, in rooms, everywhere in the

deceive him with lies, always whispering in his ear, “Erin, I

experienced love? He had, but it was

gradually returned

holding a love letter, blushing and smiling, walking up to

I like you. Can we be together?”

the teenager leaning against a tree and frowned disapprovingly

You still write such old-fashioned love letters.”

Stella’s face turned even redder, even her ears were red.

accept

letter from Stella’s hand

“I accept.”