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.

okay. Be good. I'm here. No one dares to hurt you in the

full of guilt and 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.

this moment, Michelle tightly grasped Scott's shirt, as if she was in a dream. Scott gently

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

dirty. Don't touch me...

on her body, Michelle pushed away Scott subconsciously and

shook her head and widened her eyes, looking at Scott

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

wanted to explain that he was the man with her that night, but now no matter what

brain to be in a mess. The two scenes appeared alternately, making her unable to figure out what she was doing and where she was for a while.

that

He looked down at her, reached out to touch her long

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

The next day.

looked at the dazzling white ceiling above her head and blinked uncomfortably. What happened yesterday was still vivid in her mind, and countless scenes flashed through her mind

from the bed and looked at everything in the room. She

"Ah!"

the breakfast he just bought in his hand, Scott heard the sound from the house as soon as he entered. He threw away the things in his hands in

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

knew that her condition was

down. It's past." The words kept repeating,

to calm her down, but he didn't expect that such a thing would happen just

time and wanted to get away from him. Tears welled up in her eyes. She hated herself and

going to kill him, kill

scissor in her hand. Scott followed her closely,

that she

right? Then you can kill me. I

scissor. She paced back and forth, her hands trembling slightly. She lowered her head, as if she was looking for something on the balcony.

grabbed her wrist and pointed the scissor

me. How could

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

hotel by Zoy, and that man was also sent by Zoy, so it

what had happened that day and what she had seen with her own

the scissor

arms of Scott, Michelle's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and her head was dizzy. She felt an inexplicable fear

his eyes, Scott lowered his head