I Got Married Without You

Andrew, who had just rushed over, saw his cousin and ran out like crazy. He quickly shouted to stop her, “Where are you going?”

Stella didn’t answer him, without even turning her head, she rushed out of the hospital. She didn’t know why she was doing this, there was only one voice in her mind, constantly reminding her to wait, just wait a little longer…

She hurriedly returned to the island and rushed into the room. In that instant, she saw Ryan sitting in a wheelchair, with Zoey standing next to him. Their figures blocked Erin, and the first thing Stella saw was the two straight and neat figures in suits…

The top floor glass was illuminated by sunlight, enveloping the two of them in a faint golden light. They probably knew she was coming, and Ryan slowly turned his head.

“You finally came.”

When Ryan received the news that Erin had taken Stella away, he had already gone abroad. Planning to have surgery, he postponed it. According to what Erin had said in his memory, he came to Panama, but he didn’t expect to see his deceased friend.

His eyes were dark red, clearly filled with grief. The heaviness in his heart made him unable to come back to his senses for a long time. He just sat here in a daze, gazing at the man leaning against the glass.

reddened eyes for a while, Stella took heavy steps and walked closer. As she got closer, she finally saw Erin sitting straight on

crawled out of hell. Covered in a faint layer

his right elbow resting on his knee. Between his five

standard posture without moving a single

Stella couldn’t see Erin’s face clearly. She could only face the light and

in front of him, Stella saw Erin’s tightly closed

deep and three-dimensional features were still handsome, but the only regret was that there was no more blood flowing through him. Like

Stella’s feet. In that moment of connection, Stella finally moved her gaze away from his face and

down, trembling hand reached out and lifted the black suit jacket that covered his chest. The glaring blood red, soaking the white shirt, there was not

Stella tried many times before tearing off the clothes sticking to the wound on his

at a glance that the bullet had hit his

a long time, then slowly turned her head, her anxious eyes searching for the bullet everywhere, but she didn’t see it. All she saw was the wall where Erin had stood at that time, with a dent in

gaze moved to her own hand. She had never fired a gun before, but she had managed to hit the bullseye on her first try. She thought her marksmanship was not good enough to hit his heart,