As he moved to help me, I raised my hand to stop him. - Maurice, where is my room?

I tried to hide the pain in my voice.

I staggered back to my room, leaving blood behind, but Maurice promised to clean it up. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and pulled out a piece of glass that had pierced my leg.

I tried to stifle the scream, but the pain was unbearable. When it was over, my eyes were red.

I groaned as I slowly walked to find the first aid kit,

Nothing was found. I tried to wash the blood off and dry it with a towel, but the bleeding wouldn't stop, so I tied my legs with an extra towel and went to bed.

I wiped my tears and looked at my luxury hotel room.

My head started to hurt and I went to bed moaning.

I wanted to sleep for a while and forget about today. I woke up with a sudden pain in my left leg.

- Shut up, shut up.

I woke up to that voice. "Tristan?"

"Did yo

- he said coldly. 'No, I can't wait a month. You

Do you want me to stop my life for you? I will try to keep my wisdom about you so I don't die.

- Then three weeks. "Not".

He looked away from my right leg and gave me a disappointed look.

"I have one life to live and you have enjoyed twenty years and I have enjoyed twenty years."

He took a deep breath and looked at me. — Two weeks and the last.

"Son, you can't make that decision, I could expose you and put you in jail, but I'm in a tight spot right now, so I'll take it."

"But you must promise not to break anything in this house for these two weeks."

"Sorry, I can't save"

promise.' - Chloe?

"You will try, but you will be disappointed."

It was wrapped around my other leg, like someone had cut my leg off. "You can go?"

"No, I had to run from the bathroom to the bed."

"I brought painkillers." "You are a thinker."

I said sarcastic

'I want all the pictures and awards here.

He waited for a while and then left.

"You ruined my most precious thing, I ruined your things."

I knew I couldn't compare the two, but I had to calm down and break out those pictures and awards seemed like a good solution. After it deleted everything, I got up and disassembled each photo.

Smash and break the trophy on the glass table. With what happened at church and at home, we grew apart a lot.

After finishing the work, I gasped. I sat down on the sofa and looked at Morris in surprise. He picked up the phone and called. Exactly what I needed.

I sat there wondering what I had done, and to be honest, I wasn't happy. I heard footsteps and I heard someone running.

"Well, that was quick."

I mentioned that when Tristan appeared, his hair was messy and he was still wearing his wedding suit, but no jacket, just white buttoned sleeves with sharp

As he moved to help me, I raised my hand to stop him. - Maurice, where is my room?

I tried to hide the pain in my voice.

I staggered back to my room, leaving blood behind, but Maurice promised to clean it up. I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and pulled out a piece of glass that had pierced my leg.

I tried to stifle the scream, but the pain was unbearable. When it was over, my eyes were red.

I groaned as I slowly walked to find the first aid kit,

Nothing was found. I tried to wash the blood off and dry it with a towel, but the bleeding wouldn't stop, so I tied my legs with an extra towel and went to bed.

I wiped my tears and looked at my luxury hotel room.

My head started to hurt and I went to bed moaning.

I wanted to sleep for a while and forget about today. I woke up with a sudden pain in my left leg.

- Shut up, shut up.

I woke up to that voice. "Tristan?"

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked at him in amazement, he was sitting cross-legged on my bed

In his lap and 

Chapter 9