When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 747

Chapter 727 Why am I still alive?

She was both worried and scared, her small hands clutching the bed sheet, quickly pulling the bed sheet into folds. His slender fingers would slip into her small hand, intertwined with hers.

In the end, under her half-accepting resistance, he had a good time with her.

When she fell asleep tiredly, Elvis sometimes cried so he stood up and hugged the little boy and used awkward positions to lull him to sleep.

That period was the happiest time of his life. The girl he loved became his wife and the mother of his son. The awkward love affair was too late to say. It seemed that her love for him was as turbulent and intense as his love for her.

He thought that would be his life.

But who could know that she was actually pretending? She contacted Marcus again.

In fact, Alpha didn’t want to think about the memory after that, and he never thought about it in all these years.

The day she brought Marcus to the Red Velvet room, she ruined herself as well as him.

Those days he went to work. Because he missed her and their child, he returned a day earlier than planned, wanting to surprise her.

He returned to the Red Velvet room, walked to the bedroom, and reached out to push the door open, but the next second froze.

Because there was a voice from within, an abnormal voice.

It was Anabelle’s soft, waxy voice, “Marcus, be gentler. I can’t stand it…”

He immediately froze, and his black pupils suddenly shrunk. He didn’t mishear her voice. When he was infatuated with her countless nights, she would make the same sound, begging him to let her go…

It’s just that now her voice is more subtle and seductive than usual.

He was stunned for a few seconds, raised his long leg, and kicked the bedroom door open with a bang.

He never forgot the sight he had seen all these years.

On the bed, Anabelle sat on top of Marcus, their clothes in disarray, the man’s wheat skin rubbing against the woman’s white skin, making his eyes sore.

It was Marcus who saw him first, pulling up the clothes to protect Anabelle, then she turned around.

The woman smiled at him.

He thought that his face must have been hideous then, his bright red eyes staring at her, but she wasn’t scared at all, slowly getting out of bed.

-She had almost taken off all her clothes, except for her two-piece dress, her small snow-white feet stepped on the soft woolen carpet, each step exuding a seductive charm.

Anabelle, a talented girl from a generation that was once cold and elegant, was pampered by him with such passionate affection in the Red Velvet room.

She looked at him, a smile in her beautiful almond eyes. She asked, “Alpha, why did you come back? Didn’t you say you would come back tomorrow? I’m sorry to let you see this. Are you surprised?”

“Me and Marcus were childhood sweethearts. You forced me to marry you and keep me here. I’ll tell you the truth. I have never forgotten Marcus even for a day! I always want to escape from you!”

“But who are you? You’re Alpha Augustine. No matter where I run away, you’ll catch me back. I can’t beat you. But it’s okay. I have carefully planned and prepared a great gift for you!”