Chapter 220 1 Can't Understand You Anymore

Anastasia had never seen this look from Nathaniel before.

It was cold and complicated, and there was a strong indifference.

"Nathaniel... Nathaniel, why are you looking at me like that?" Anastasia's voice was trembling, and she tried

to hide her panic and uneasiness, clenching her hands tightly.

Her fingertips were embedded in her palm, and Anastasia felt her scalp go numb from the pain. However,

Nathaniel remained silent.

He stared at the palm print on Anastasia's face silently. After a long time, he suddenly asked, "Anastasia,

does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Anastasia felt very nervous.

Nathaniel suspected Anastasia, for the sake of Janet!

Previously, when Nathaniel was repeatedly attracted by Janet, Anastasia had seen it all.

But no matter what, Anastasia wasn't as frightened as she was now.

Anastasia had a vague premonition.

Nathaniel loved Janet so deeply!

But how could Anastasia be satisfied?

Nathaniel could only belong to Anastasia!

Her eyes flashed, and tears streamed down Anastasia's face. Her hoarse voice was extremely pitiful.

"Nathaniel, are you questioning me for Ms. Longfellow? Have you fallen for her? So, like her, you think that I want to harm her, right?"

Anastasia was crying so hard. Her tear-stained face didn't make Nathaniel pity her, but made him feel upset

instead.

Nathaniel couldn't tell who was right between Anastasia and Janet.

Looking at Nathaniel's expression, Anastasia cried even louder, wanting to snuggle up to him, sobbing. "Nathaniel, I'm really scared... Can you hug me?"

The moment Anastasia touched him, Nathaniel's expression changed slightly.

Nathaniel pushed Anastasia away and stared at her.

"Nathaniel..."

Nathaniel's dark eyes were filled with coldness. "Anastasia, I can't understand you anymore. From now on,

you have to take care of yourself." After saying this, Nathaniel stood up and walked away.

He walked down the stairs quickly, and when he saw Janet's thin but resolute back, he took a deep breath. Nathaniel caught up with her quickly, grabbing Janet's delicate wrist. "Janet..."

Janet's body froze for a moment, and she turned around to look at Nathaniel coldly, pushing his hand away. Janet sneered, and her red lips curved slightly. "What? Are you going to avenge Anastasia?" Nathaniel's dark eyes were tightly locked, and his tone was a little impatient. "You misunderstood..."

Did I? She knows what she has done. I won't let her go, and I don't want to hear your excuse. Why don't you

think about how to save your Anastasia from jail in the future?"

The coldness at the corner of Janet's lips made Nathaniel's pupils tighten:

Nathaniel suppressed the inexplicable irritation in his heart and tried to speak in a slow tone, "I'm not here to avenge Anastasia, nor to help her. I'm worried about you.

As if she had heard something funny, Janet raised her eyebrows and mocked, "Mr. Webster, are you joking?"

"Do you know that it will be very troublesome for you to attack Anastasia without concrete evidence? She is also famous. If anything happens to her, you will be affected by public opinion!" Seeing the sarcasm in Janet's eyes, Nathaniel felt as if a fire had been lit in his heart. It was so hot that he

was annoyed, and his voice couldn't help but become a bit cold.

Perhaps even he didn't realize that his heart had started to lean towards Janet.

However...

Janet looked at Nathaniel coldly. She only felt that it was ridiculous. "Mr. Webster, I don't care if you want to protect your lover. Why are you replaceing excuses like this?"

After saying this, Janet suppressed the sadness in her heart and turned to look elsewhere.

She said in a cold voice, "However, it has nothing to do with me who you want to protect. I will definitely make

Anastasia pay for what she has done."

As soon as she finished speaking, a Bugatti Veyron stopped at the entrance of the residential area. Marco got out of the car, looking at Nathaniel with a solemn and dangerous gaze. Nathaniel stared at Marco with a cold expression.

Janet walked straight to the car but was stopped by Nathaniel again.

Nathaniel held her wrist, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't act rashly. I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give you an explanation." Believing him?

Janet had a mocking smile in her eyes.

Only Janet knew how much self-mockery was mixed into the smile.

Janet had loved Nathaniel for a long time, and she believed in him for a long time.

50 700

Janet thought that she would wait for Nathaniel to turn back and that Nathaniel would see her.

However, the reality was cruel.

Janet swallowed the bitterness and left with an expressionless face.

Nathaniel turned to look at her back, his heart aching slightly.

Janet got in the car and closed her eyes, trying to hide the sorrow.

If Nathaniel hadn't suddenly appeared, Janet would have been able to make that idiot Anastasia spit out the

truth soon.

It had to be said that Nathaniel truly loved Anastasia, so he was afraid that Anastasia would be bullied. According to the time he arrived, Nathaniel probably came straight here as soon as he came out of the hospital!

Or maybe, Nathaniel would probably be afraid that Janet would attack Anastasia, so he came here so

quickly!

Janet opened her eyes, and a complicated smile flashed across the corners of her lips.

Marco saw Janet's expression from the rearview mirror and wanted to say something.

Sensing Marco's expression, Janet collected her thoughts and said coldly, "How is the investigation that I asked you about earlier?"

Janet was not in the mood to think about Nathaniel and Anastasia for the time being. The matter between

Janet's parents and her brother was the most important.

"I found a person. Maybe that person knows something.

Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.Tap the middle of the screen to reveal Reading Options.

If you replace any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Report