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.

heavy steps and walked closer. As she got

Erin completely, as if he had crawled out of hell. Covered in a faint layer of golden light, it seemed to become his protective color,

one knee bent and his right elbow resting on his knee. Between his five slender fingers, he held a gun, the barrel pointing towards

extremely standard posture without moving a

see Erin’s face clearly. She could only face the light

Erin’s tightly closed eyelashes. In the light, they cast a long silhouette,

had shed all the thorns and darkness, leaving only a pale face. His deep and three-dimensional features were still handsome, but the only regret was that there was

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

trembling hand reached out and lifted the black suit jacket that covered his chest. The glaring blood red, soaking the white shirt,

before tearing off the clothes sticking to the wound on his chest. What came into her sight

the bullet had hit his heart, and it had

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 it, but she didn’t

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,