Chapter 120
“Get lost!” Anastasia slapped Alastor in the face. “Fuck off…”
Alastor stood there stiffly and looked at Anastasia.
“Alastor, don’t go too far…” Anastasia’s breath trembled, and she turned to leave.
She didn’t want to face Alastor again.
“What does he mean? Is he asking me and Felicia to live here together? It is disgusting,” she thought.
“Where are you going?” Alastor grabbed Anastasia’s wrist. “I told you to stay here tonight…”
Anastasia shook off Alastor’s hand in disgust. “Are you asking me to stay here and sleep on the bed you slept with Felicia?”
Alastor frowned. “I didn’t let Felicia sleep here before.”
“Haha! The photos are all here. Do you think I’m an idiot?” Anastasia shouted at Alastor in a hoarse voice.
Alastor’s face darkened as he looked at the photo on Anastasia’s phone. It was the bed photo that Felicia withdrew in time, but Anastasia managed to take a screenshot of it.
“I can explain this…” Alastor said nervously.
Anastasia shook off Alastor’s hand. “Explain? Isn’t this room full of things in the style Felicia liked? Didn’t she bring them in?”
Alastor covered his forehead. “No, it’s not because of Felicia. It’s because Snowball is no longer around. I was afraid that you would be sad when seeing familiar things, so… I thought of changing the furniture style.”
Anastasia
smiled ironically and took a step back. “It turns out that you and Felicia share the same preferences…”
Anastasia looked at the ornaments destroyed by her on the ground.
Felicia had posted all of these on Instagram.
“I’ll come early tomorrow morning to make you breakfast, but I won’t live here.” Anastasia stepped back to the door and spoke again. “We’re divorced. Don’t force me.”
“Anastasia!” Alastor closed the door with anger. “Felicia has just returned from overseas. She has no relatives or friends in Hork. I just wanted to
help her because… We’ve been together.”
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