Chapter 693: [Towards the end] You must leave him! 7
Fortunately, Han Murphy seemed to have a natural connection with her, and quietly prepared a hot water bottle for her and put it under her hands... At that moment, she felt that she would never meet a man who loved her as much as Han Murphy in her life...
…It’s a pity that this man….
Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she put the key into the keyhole, twisted it hard, and the door clicked open. The yard was eerily quiet, with fallen leaves and branches everywhere, and it looked as if no one had cleaned it for a long time. Remember Han Murphy
He said that this house was bought for her, but now that she is no longer coming home, he will no longer live here.
This man was full of stubborn temper. Once he decided on something, he would never look back. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward slowly, passed through the abandoned fountain in front of the door, and walked into the century-old British style
Big house.
To her surprise, the house was very clean, probably because Han Feifei hired someone to clean it regularly.
The furniture was left in its original place, but it was covered with a layer of white cloth.
Climbing the stairs step by step, she walked towards her bedroom. It was once full of happy and beautiful memories of her and Han Feifei, but unfortunately it was empty this morning.
When she came to the door of the bedroom, she was shocked! Everything in the house was as before, even the furniture was not covered with white cloth, and everything was in its original place, including her favorite pair of antique celadon vases.
The exquisite English clock on the fireplace told her exactly that it was 1 o'clock in the morning. She walked through the living room and walked towards the back bedroom. Before she opened the door, she smelled the fragrance of lilies. She burst into tears.
It fell like a spring, and her hand kept trembling on the doorknob. She was afraid, afraid to go in and see Han Murphy, and afraid that she would not see him when she went in. After hesitating for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
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The bedroom was clean, and in the vase on the dressing table, a large bouquet of lilies was exuding a charming fragrance. The floor-to-ceiling glass door leading to the balcony was open, and the evening breeze blew slowly, lifting the long white window screen.
Probably after hearing the sound, Han Murphy came out of the bathroom and said, "Sister Zhang, why haven't you gone back so late? If you haven't finished your work, don't do it. We'll do it tomorrow." When he raised his head, he was shocked! He stared blankly.
Looking at her, speechless.
At that moment, tears welled up in their eyes at the same time, falling silently. Is it love? Can she still love in this life? Is it hate? Facing him, can she really hate him?
Time passed bit by bit, and the two stood there motionless, looking at each other affectionately, as if they were afraid that if they moved, the other would disappear and never be found again.
I don't know how long it took, but Han Murphy finally plucked up the courage, rushed to her, and hugged her tightly: "Xiaoxiao, is that you?"
Smiling with tears in his eyes, he nodded desperately and responded: "Murphy, it's me, it's me, I'm back."
"Xiaoxiao, after you left, I would come here to see you every few days and put a big bouquet of lilies on it, waiting for you to come back..."
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The next day, when Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, she saw the room full of sunshine. Han Feifei was curled up in her arms like a child and sleeping soundly. Under the morning sun, his whole body was covered with a dazzling golden color. His eyes were rising slightly.
A sweet and warm smile hung on the corner of her mouth, and her long eyelashes trembled like dancing butterflies.