Donoghue laughed.
Then he sneered as he looked at Shentel closely. "Since you think that I am an upright man, then why would you want to leave me and make me forget about you?"
"I—" Shentel trembled as she gaped at Donoghue in silence.
Many things had happened when they were separated. How could Shentel explain that to Donoghue?
Donoghue smiled faintly. "You have no answer for me? You lied, right? You think that I am a failure. Do I need to care about anything else when my woman has abandoned me?"
Donoghue's eyes flashed with a mad ecstasy; he had completely lost his mind. Then, suddenly, he pulled Debra into his arms.
Debra yelped as her body slammed into Donoghue's arms. Before she could even try to struggle, Donoghue embraced her tightly.
"Senior Sister, don't be afraid. I will love you very much in the future." Donoghue laughed as his lips got closer to Debra.
Debra gave up struggling and closed her eyes in despair when she realized that she could not escape from Donoghue.
'Is this my fate?'
Debra's eyes were red, and her tears continued to stream. She could sense Donoghue's heavy breathing on her face—she felt humiliated and angry.
Debra felt like dying when she remembered that Shentel was next to her, and she could see everything.
Debra felt that it was worse than death if someone was there to see her humiliation.
"Amitabha!"
Just as Debra had utterly given up, a sudden call of the Buddha's name echoed from outside the ruined temple. The voice was loud, and it reverberated throughout the temple.
What?
Donoghue was very annoyed, so he turned around to check out what had happened.
'Who is that? What an annoying disturbance!'
Donoghue frowned; he was taken aback.
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