Chapter 536 The Greatest Gun Ever (Zane Spade)

After telling her everything that had happened, I saw her cry. Maura was incredibly sensitive and innocent. I felt bad for telling him the twisted version of the truth. But it was all because he wasn’t ready to lose her.

It had never occurred to me that it would be a blessing to see her again, hug her, and make love to her again. So finding it again was like seeing a lost gem. I had prepared my mind to do anything so that she would love me and not leave me. “I’m so sorry you went through so much,” she seemed genuinely hurt by calling me evil.

“It’s just that they didn’t believe I was innocent when my mother fed me Beatrice’s twin. I was just a baby. How was I supposed to know?” I asked, looking into her beautiful eyes and seeing a reflection of mine that had not fully accepted the darkness.

It was like looking at a mirror that showed me the previous version of myself. I guess that’s why I was so mesmerized by her. It was reminding me of the quieter days.

“You were just a kid. Why would they accuse you of something you didn’t even want to do? He asked in a soft whisper. As he took my face in his soft hands, I found myself melting.

His gentle touch full of love made me cry for real. It had been so long since someone had looked at me with genuine love and concern in their eyes.

“They just thought sacrificing me would make them look good in Beatrice’s eyes. They are still fighting for his attention, even to this day,” I murmured, lowering my head because I was doing the same thing. I wouldn’t leave an opportunity to have it for myself.

agreed to sacrifice you? That’s not how I remember her,” Maura was

is what I loved about her. She wasn’t the normal type who would question and

of us,” I said, watching her shake her head in disappointment. “But I’m glad to have you now,” I quickly held his hands, feeling the heat but also feeling suffocated. She was alive and suffering all

look at myself with a raised eyebrow.

my arms. I didn’t waste

you safe. No one will dare to lay a finger on you ever

rest of my life with her. He

of my hand. “What is it?” I

understand,”

hand and made me stand up, escorting me to the exit. I kept wondering what I was up to. Everyone

if I found her back, I felt that maybe the

he muttered, making me take on the role of giving orders. She knew she wouldn’t be able to speak up after being traumatized by