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

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

stained his clothes, pants, and the carpet on

against the glass, raising his fingers covered in blood, and touched

is broken, it can’t be saved,

so I’ll deceive you too,

the light refracting from outside the window, only to find that the light passed over him and shone

crawl under the light with all his might, but he had no strength left. He could only stay in the darkness, slowly watching his

feeling death, images of Stella

disliked or despised her, she was

in corners, under trees,

an adult, Stella would deceive him with lies, always

but it was a

after a dark lifetime, gradually returned to Stella’s coming-of-age ceremony when

saw Stella, holding a love letter, blushing

like you. Can

leaning against a tree and frowned disapprovingly at the cliché love letter in

era is it? You still write such old-fashioned

Stella’s face turned even redder, even

do you accept or not?”

the love letter from Stella’s hand

“I accept.”