The Gold Garden villa was the villa where Edward and I had been living before. It is also a place full of memories when Edward was young.
The reason why Paul was here was that Edward was in that villa?
"I don't think it's necessary for me to go there."
My face fell and I refused Paul's request directly.
But he reached out his hand and stopped me, "Miss Mu, he drank a lot of wine and refused to go to the hospital with me. He has been... calling your name."
Edward... called my name?
I felt sad. I took a deep breath and said blandly, "Since he's drunk, you should ask Betty to take care of him. Isn't Betty his fiancee? What's the use of calling me?"
"Miss Mu, please follow me to see him. He really wants to see you."
Paul looked at him with deep eyes and smiled bitterly.
I lowered my head and looked at the shopping bags in my hand. I heard the sound of heavy rain. After a long time, I said helplessly, "Well, I'll go with you."
Paul drove the car over, opened the door, and asked me to get in.
I put away the umbrella and sat in the car. Listening to the music coming from the front, I felt a little sad for no reason.
After arriving at the villa, Paul parked the car and took me into the villa.
In the villa, there were no servants. It was terribly quiet.
I stood in the center of the hall, looked at Paul with some doubts, and asked, "Why are there no servants here?"
Although this villa was small and exquisite, it was not very small. How could there not even be a servant?
"They've been driven out by the boss. He said that he didn't want anyone to disturb him." Paul explained in a deep voice.
After listening to Paul's explanation, I couldn't help clenching my fists.
"He is in the bedroom on the second floor. Do you need me to take you upstairs?" Paul took a deep look at me and asked.
I shook my head and said with a bitter smile, "I'll go up by myself."
After that, I went upstairs. I was very familiar with this place. Because I used to spend many wonderful nights with Edward here.
We made love in the living room downstairs, even in the corridor, and against the wall. There were memories of our sex everywhere.
However, I almost forgot these memories.
I came to the bedroom where we used to live. As soon as I opened the door, I perceived a pungent I frowned slightly as I looked at Edward who was hugging a bottle of wine and sitting on the floor with a sad expression on his face.
He was still wearing the clothes I had seen in the morning. His handsome face was haggard, and his black hair was messy.
When he heard me pushing the door in, he slowly raised his head and stared at me with his deep eyes. The expression on his handsome face changed.
"Ashley." He got up from the ground and staggered toward me.
I looked at him and felt so sad.
"Edward, you are decadent now..."
"Oh." Just as I was about to mock him, I didn't expect that he would already bit my lips.
His strength was so great that he seemed to bite through my lips.
I felt so painful that I pounded his chest hard.
"Let go of me!"
"Ashley... do you really want me to die?"
Die?
I never wanted him to die. I just wanted him to regret what he had done.
"Tell me, do you want me to die?" Edward roared at me, his voice was so loud that it hurt my ear.
I frowned uncomfortably. My eyes were indifferent as I looked at him. I pushed him away with great force and said coldly, "Edward, what if I say yes?"
His eyes were wide open. His angry eyes were filled with disbelief as he stared at me.
"Edward, do you still remember how my child died?" I asked coldly as I looked at him.
His face was filled with fear, then he clenched his fists and said to me in a deep voice, "I... I know, Betty didn't do it on purpose... She didn't want to hurt your child..."
"Edward... You know what? What I hate most is that you always protect Betty even though you know what kind of person she is. Just because she saved your life when you were young, you treat her as a goddess. You don't even have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, do you?"
"Ashley... I’m sorry..." Edward's voice was hoarse as he lowered his head and apologized to me.
I walked to him and stretched out my hand to hold his handsome face. I looked into his eyes and said, "Edward, that child is yours, you know?"
His bloodshot eyes suddenly opened wide. He seemed to be unable to believe me as he looked at me. His originally handsome and decadent face was filled with sorrow.
"What did you say?" He grabbed my hand and hold it hard. I could hear my bones creak, and I felt very uncomfortable.
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