Chapter Summary: 1337 Murdering Your Own Husband – Savage Love On His Wheelchair by Updike
In 1337 Murdering Your Own Husband, a key moment in the Romance novel Savage Love On His Wheelchair, Updike delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
The next day, Rosemary washed up early, had breakfast and went with Fiona to Crystal's grandfather's place.
Looking at the closed door, Rosemary said slowly, "It looks like he's not home."
The reason they came over was to inquire to see if Crystal's grandfather knew where Crystal had gone.
"If you look at the dust on top of this door, it looks like Grandpa Rocky hasn't lived here for a long time."
"Are you here to see Grandpa Rocky?"
Just as Rosemary was worried about finding someone to ask about the situation, an eleven or twelve year old boy with a pair of badminton rackets in his hand looked at them and asked.
"Yes, do you know where he went?"
"Who are you?"
The boy looked at them with a wary face. Rosemary smiled slightly and said, "I'm a good friend of Grandpa Rocky's granddaughter and happened to be passing by and came to see his old man."
"You guys go back; Grandpa Rocky doesn't live here anymore."
"So, little brother, do you know where they moved to?"
Rosemary hurriedly stopped the young boy who was about to leave and asked urgently.
"I don't know, two months ago I saw a group of men in black take Grandpa Rocky away and they haven't come back since."
At the word, Rosemary subconsciously raised her head to look at Fiona, with a flash of uneasy foreboding between her eyebrows.
"Little brother, what are the signature features of those men in black?"
"Iconic features?"
The little boy thought for a moment, then a bright light flashed in his eyes and said, "I remember, they are equipped with a badge on their clothes, I wonder if that counts?"
"And did you see clearly what the pattern on their badge was?"
The boy shook, "No, there were eight of them, and they all didn't look like good people, so I didn't dare to get too close."
"Thank you little brother, this money is for you to buy food, if Grandpa Rocky is back, can you please give me a call?"
"Sure, but I can't take this money, my mom said, you can't just take people's money, you don't get paid for what you don't get."
Looking at the little boy in front of him, Rosemary's lips could not help but emerge with a touch of appreciation, and could not help but praise his parents for teaching him so well.
"At a young age, you have such a broad-mindedness, you will definitely be able to do something great in the future."
Fiona looked at him, stroked his head and smiled.
"This is my phone number, if Grandpa Rocky or Sister White is back, if you see it all help me to let me know or give me a call."
"Nobita, let's go!"
In the distance, several young boys shouted loudly.
"Here it comes!"
"Don't worry, sister, I will."
The little boy took the note and put it carefully in his pocket, rushing to Rosemary and continued, "Sister, my friend is rushing me, so I'll go first."
"Good!"
Crystal stood up and looked at him, still with Tammy's smile on her face, standing aside to keep an eye on Nathaniel as he finished his meal.
Leaving the dungeon, Crystal came out to see a man leaning lazily against his motorcycle with a smirking smile on his lips.
"Little sister, it's been a long time."
"It's only been six days since I've seen you."
Crystal still has her usual expression, cold as ice.
"Little sister, you do not understand, people do not always say that a day without seeing is like three years? We haven't seen each other for six days, you don't even know how much senior brother misses you these days."
With that, the man reached out to hug her, only to be dodged by Crystal before his hand could touch.
The man saw this, his face changed slightly, then quickly laughed again: "Little sister you are shy, the master has tacitly approved our marriage, what are you still embarrassed?"
The man reached out and grabbed her slender arm, and brought Crystal into his arms with force, and put his thin lips on it.
"Oooh ......"
Crystal struggled hard, but her opponent's strength was far greater than hers, and he mistook her struggle for embarrassment.
"Ah ......"
The man let go of Crystal in pain and smiled evilly, and the bright red blood on his lips fell in his eyes like a demonic red rose.
"Little sister is planning to murder her own husband, huh?"
The man gently wiped the blood stains off his lips with his fingers and laughed.
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