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Chapter 473

Chapter 473 I Won't Let You Go

What the hell was this?

"You still want to go replace him, don't you?" A deep male voice came from behind, it was Walter.

I turned around and saw him in a different robe, looking at me with a slightly cold expression.

I pursed my lips, having been through so much, I was no longer that emotionally unstable Tabatha. Looking at him, I said, "You know what I want to do, and you know you can't stop me, don't you?" Approximately after the words he spoke to me at Water Villa, he was very clear in his mind about what I wanted to do.

He looked at me, his expression so calm that there was not a ripple, "What if I insist on stopping you?"

I frowned, "Walter, I have my own path to follow. By now, I can no longer be that old Tabatha who could simply marry you, bear your children, and grow old with you just for the sake of loving you, like an ordinary woman."

"Why not?" He took a few steps towards me, gripping my shoulders, looking at me and said, "Tabatha, everything can start over. I won't marry Marjorie, nor will I let him affect our relationship. Ezra, the border, none of these are our concerns. All we need is to be together."

Listening to his voice, hurried to the point of trembling, I was exceptionally calm. I looked at him and said, "Will it really not affect anything? The death of Captain Lucas, your father's death, and the deaths of those innocent people, none of these will have an impact?"

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His thin lips trembled, unable to speak for a long time. I knew, just like me, he wouldn't let this matter go easily. He had witnessed Elliott being blown to pieces with his own eyes. The relative he had been searching for ten years, the person he had been yearning for ten years, in the end, he didn't even have time to say a word of goodbye, let alone fulfill his duty as a son to collect his father's intact body. Born as a son, how could he let go, even if everything seemed as if nothing had happened? But pain was never the shocking sight that could be seen by the naked eye of bleeding and losing flesh. Many times, the more pain there was, the more calm it seemed.

The two who could love each other, to some extent, were always in tune with each other's thoughts. He knew what I wanted to do, and naturally, I also knew the hatred in his heart. He didn't want me to take risks, he had his own plans, but how could I do nothing.

Our eyes met, and after a long while, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, as if he wanted to meld me into his very flesh and bones. Sometimes silence spoke louder than words.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke, "Tabatha, I won't stop you from going where you want to go, but I won't let you leave here either."

I froze, pushed him away, frowned at him, and asked in confusion, "You want to lock me in here?"

He pursed his lips, "I will be there for you at any time, wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."

I frowned, wondering how this person could say they wouldn't stop me, yet still kept me under house arrest.

"Walter, I can't stay here, I..." Before I could finish, he said, "I'm going

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to change clothes, what do you want to eat later?"

After speaking, without waiting for my response, he went to the bedroom to change clothes.

I couldn't get out, and I didn't know where he had put my phone. I couldn't help but feel a headache. How could this person not keep his word?

I was genuinely afraid that Ezra would go mad and spill everything he had. Alexander was.

the events of that year. If he eventually found out it was the Hinton family, I really didn't know what he would do. After all, you can never truly know what's in someone's heart, let alone when it involves the tragic death of his parents. How could he possibly let it go?

The situation at the border was already giving us a headache, if we were to gain another enemy, everything would have been thrown into chaos.

I couldn't let Walter continue like this, I ran into the bedroom, trying to persuade Walter to let me leave.

"Walter..." In the bedroom, I had just walked in, the words barely leaving my mouth, when I abruptly covered my eyes and turned my back to him, speechless, "Why didn't you close the door when you were changing clothes?"

It's not me being dramatic, if he really didn't have a single piece of clothing on, even the most private areas were...

When did this person develop such a love for exhibitionism?

A low chuckle sounded from behind, "Why are you blaming me? It was you who barged in without knocking. Besides, what are you shy about? Which part of me haven't you touched, hmm?"

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I was left speechless by his words, truly at a loss for how to respond. I pursed my lips and said, "You better get dressed quickly, I have

something to talk to you about."

The sound of fabric rustling came from behind me. After a moment, calculating the time, he should have finished dressing. I said, "Walter, you must let me leave here."

There was no sound behind me. I waited for a moment, furrowed my brows, and turned around. I saw that he had already put on his clothes and was staring at me motionlessly. He asked, "The reason?"