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.

one dares to hurt you in

muttered with a pale face. Her voice was so low that Scott couldn't hear what she was saying

moment, Michelle tightly grasped Scott's shirt, as if she was in a dream. Scott gently patted Michelle's back and looked down to stare at

off her clothes and washed her body with warm water, because he knew

Don't touch me...

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

shook her head and widened her eyes, looking

Can you forgive me? " When she said that, Scott knew that she

man with her that night, but now no matter what he said, she didn't listen.

body and the stimulation of the car accident caused her brain to be in a mess. The two scenes appeared alternately, making her

only knew that

wet his clothes. He looked down at her, reached out to touch her long hair, and kissed her eyes.

she fell asleep, Scott held her tightly, fearing that she would overthink. He didn't close his eyes until she fell asleep.

The next day.

her head and blinked uncomfortably. What happened yesterday was still vivid in her

everything in the room. She held her

"Ah!"

the sound from the house as soon as

moment he pushed the door open, 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, but

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

words kept repeating, but it seemed to have no effect.

tried his best to calm her down, but he didn't

but Michelle struggled restlessly all the time and wanted to get away from him. Tears welled up in her eyes. She hated herself and the man who took her

to kill him, kill

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

she would be so irritated.

Then you can kill me. I am that

to the balcony with a scissor. She paced back and forth, her hands trembling slightly. She

her wrist and pointed the

to me. How could you be

didn't listen to what Scott said at all. She didn't believe at all that he was the man who took

into the hotel by Zoy, and that man was also

only believed what had happened

took the scissor from her hand

an inexplicable fear quickly rushed from

his eyes, Scott lowered his head and stared at Michelle with