Telling Lies, loving you

Scott couldn't help looking out of the window, but the next second he opened the door and rushed out!

Because he saw his Michelle there

"Michelle!"

He anxiously pushed through the crowd and ran towards her. He pulled her into his arms and felt the coldness of her body.

"It's okay." He knew she was afraid.

At this time, the police came over, looked at the two people who were hugging, and said, "Miss, you are the first witness to the dead. We want you to go to the police station to make a record."

Michelle's body was still trembling. Scott took off his coat and put it on her. Then he held her in his arms and said to the police, "I'm her husband. I'll go with you."

"Okay." The policeman took a look at Scott, and then looked at Michelle, who was in a daze, and nodded.

After getting in the car, Scott turned up the air conditioner first. Michelle sat in the back seat, curling up weakly. She looked so hopeless.

After arriving at the police station, Scott accompanied her to take notes.

Facing the police's questions, Michelle answered in the same reply all the time, "that woman rushed out from front of me. She rushed out..."

Seeing that he couldn't get any answers from Michelle, the police asked Scott to take her away.

After returning home, Michelle was still in a daze. Seeing her like this, Scott was very worried.

He knew that feeling.

"It's okay. It's past." He tried to comfort her, but Michelle didn't respond.

"Scott, I..." Michelle sat on the sofa and hugged herself. She felt herself dirty, really dirty. She had planned to commit suicide, but when she saw someone die in front of her, she was scared to death.

So far, she could even see the woman lying in the blood looking at herself. Her widen eyes seemed to warn her.

Thinking of this, Michelle felt that her head was stabbed by many long needles, and it was like a bomb exploding. Her head ached extremely and went blank. She held her head with her hands and squatted on the ground in pain, screaming.

"Ah!"

Scott rushed out of the kitchen, put down the plate in his hands and rushed over.

He squatted beside her and held her in his arms so that she could feel the temperature from him.

here. No one dares to hurt

pain. Michelle frowned and muttered with a pale face. Her voice was so low that Scott couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

in a dream. Scott gently patted

lifted her up and rushed into the bathroom. He took off her clothes and washed her body with warm water, because he knew that she must be very uncomfortable now.

dirty. Don't touch

the hickey on her body, Michelle pushed away Scott subconsciously and leaned against the cold wall

widened her eyes, looking at

fault. I hurt you. Can you forgive me? " When she said that, Scott knew that she cared about that thing.

man with her that night, but now no

mess. The two scenes appeared alternately, making her unable to figure out what she was

knew that she was

his arms and let her wet his clothes. He looked down at her, reached out to

that she would overthink. He didn't close his eyes until she

The next day.

head and blinked uncomfortably. What happened yesterday was still vivid in her mind, and countless scenes flashed through her mind like a

up from the bed and looked at everything in the room. She held her

"Ah!"

in his hand, Scott heard the sound from the house as soon as he entered. He threw away the things in his hands in a hurry and

everything in the room fell to the ground. Hearing the voice behind her, Michelle also stopped what she was doing. She slowly turned her head, gasped for breath and looked at Scott,

like this, Scott knew that her condition was bad again.

kept repeating, but it seemed to have no

but he didn't expect that such a

held Michelle with his arms, but Michelle struggled restlessly all the time and wanted to get away from him. Tears welled up in her eyes. She hated herself

kill him,

out with a scissor in her hand. Scott followed her closely, afraid that she would be in

expect that she would be

man, right? Then you can kill me. I

She paced back and forth, her hands trembling slightly. She lowered her head, as if she was

rushed over, grabbed her wrist and pointed the scissor at

me. How could you

at all. She didn't

she was brought into the hotel by Zoy, and that man was also sent by

what she had heard. She only believed what had happened that day and what she had

the scissor from her hand and threw

dizzy. She felt an inexplicable fear quickly rushed from her heart to limbs, making her whole body cold

his