Queen Revenge

It wasn’t an accident. It was Walker Richter who wanted me dead.

He wasn’t just abandoning me, he was trying to kill me.

I backed away as Walker Richter wrinkled his brow, his brow containing a puzzling heartache, “Alva.”

His hand touched me and I slapped it away on reflex.

When I reacted and glanced at his cold face, I thought that if he knew that I had already remembered that he was the one who wanted me dead and that the car accident wasn’t an accident as Martin Mo had claimed, he might even want to kill me.

I secretly changed a few deep breaths to calm myself down, and barely pulled out a grateful smile, “This gentleman, thank you for saving me, thank you.”

I thanked him without moving my face and bowed repeatedly.

Walker Richter stood unmoving, the heartache between his brows increased, as if he was murmuring, “It’s good not to remember.”

Upon closer inspection, his tone was laced with sour frustration.

Who is his heartache for?

Sure enough, he couldn’t wait for me not to remember that he had caused me harm.

So, he came to test me today?

I looked at him with feigned bewilderment, pretended not to hear him, and asked him back, “What did you say, this gentleman?”

“Nothing.” The corners of his mouth rose slightly, that smile was like a spring breeze, he glanced at the injuries on my elbows and also on my back on my waist, his eyes suddenly went cold, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No, it’s just a little scratch, I’ll just go back and apply the medicine myself.” I resisted getting close to Walker Richter from the bottom of my heart, and as soon as he approached, I subconsciously stepped back.

Walker Richter also realized my fear and vigilance, didn’t come any closer, his hand was in mid-air, he pulled the corner of his mouth and put his hand back, “There is a pharmacy in front of us, I need to see you put on the medicine before I can rest assured.”

What did he mean by this act of caring about me?

Knowing that I can’t push back or I’ll arouse his suspicion, I hesitantly nodded, “Thank you.”

“You and I …,” he said, swallowing back his words as they reached his mouth.

The pharmacy was only a few dozen meters down the road from the café, Walker Richter draped the jacket he was wearing over me, “It’s cold.”

My clothes were disheveled, and I couldn’t walk down the street without people pointing at me. He wasn’t really worried about me being cold, but he was trying to take care of my self-esteem.

This behavior, if it is not from the heart want to take care of each other, it is impossible to be careful to this extent.

I’m a little confused.

He’s the one who abandoned me and killed me, so what does it mean now?

It didn’t seem like a tryst either.

With a belly full of doubts, we walk to the drugstore and he walks ahead, “I’ll get the medicine, you wait outside for a while.”

“Okay.”

I gathered the jacket he draped over me and stood outside the door to wait.

A gust of wind blew and a woman’s perfume smell drilled into my nostrils, from his jacket.

Such a strong scent of perfume meant that he must have spent a lot of time with a woman not too long ago.

As Martin Mo said, Walker Richter was never short of women. I don’t know how I fell for such a philandering Walker Richter.

I am chagrined, Walker Richter buy good medicine out: “Go to my car, I will give you medicine.”

In the car …

Those two words are also very sensitive in the middle of the night, who knows what he would do to me in the car, I wouldn’t dare be alone in a space with him.

“This gentleman, no need, you stood up for me and bought medicine, I don’t even know how to thank you, how can I trouble you again, you give me the medicine, I’ll just go back and apply it myself.” I dryly laughed and took the medicine from him, “How much is it, I’ll give you …”

My bag in the cafe, the jacket did not take, just left a bottom shirt, not to mention the body does not have a penny, the phone also fell in the cafe.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I laughed resentfully, “Sorry, I left my wallet inside the store, I’ll go get it now.”

Zack Bush was gone, and I wasn’t afraid.

I folded back into the store, it was pitch black, Walker Richter turned on his cell phone flashlight and turned the main switch on.

Turns out the power outage just now was intentional on Zack Bush’s part.

I went back to the break room to get my own clothes and put them on, and found my broken cell phone, which no longer turned on.

I gave Walker Richter the last remaining three hundred and fifty in cash from my wallet, and thinking that I had no money to go back, I drew another fifty back, “Can I keep fifty for a cab?”

As the words left his mouth, he saw Walker Richter smile, the corners of his mouth turned up, a doting smile that I had seen on Martin Mo.

He took three hundred: “Okay, I’ll take it.”

I originally thought Walker Richter didn’t care about the three hundred, and when he took it without hesitation, I was slightly surprised and relieved at the same time.

It’s better to pay back a favor with money than to owe it.

Walker Richter did not offer to send me back, I carried the medicine and took a cab at the door.

After I got in the car, I was completely relieved, there was no Walker Richter’s breath around me, and for some reason, my heart was empty, as if I had lost something, left something behind.

I rubbed my aching heart as bits and pieces flashed through my mind.

“Alva Hill, even in death, you are my Walker Richter’s woman, and the tombstone reads Wife of Walker Richter.”

“Alva Hill, have I indulged you too much …”

“Alva Hill, why can’t you tolerate Su When did your heart become so narrow …”

“Alva Hill …”

In my ears, in my mind, all of them were Walker Richter losing his temper.

I held my head in my hands, holding back the discomfort, waiting for those fragmented memories to flash by.

When everything in my head dissipated, I shivered and shivered with my hands on the car seat.

So Walker Richter and I had gotten to this point, and he’d dumped me for Susan Su.

But something still didn’t make sense.

“Are you alright, why do you look so bad, are you sick.” The driving master was kindly concerned about me.

I fixed my mind; “It’s fine.”

The car quickly arrived at the downstairs of the rented house I was staying in, I paid and got out of the car, and my afterglow inadvertently glimpsed a limousine behind me.

It was Walker Richter.

He had followed me all the way.

I was even more terrified, pinching the trauma medicine in my hand, did not dare to look at the back, and quickly walked into the rented room.

The fear didn’t fade until I got home.

I leaned against the door and took a deep breath, then went to the balcony, stood at the curtains and looked down, Walker Richter’s car is turning around and leaving.

I watched his car disappear into the night before I went back to the living room couch and sat down, taking a few sips of the water on the coffee table to suppress the shock before unwrapping the medicine and applying it.

It wasn’t easy to rub the medicine on my back, and Fiona Croix hadn’t returned, so I had to try rubbing it on with a cotton swab in the mirror.

Through the mirror, I saw a red patch on my back, and a big chunk of skin rubbed off, the medicine rubbed on, hot and painful, every bit of pain, I mentally cursed Zack Bush once.

After applying the medicine, I was too sore to move, lying on my side on the couch, lifting my shirt, the slightest cool breeze blew in through the window, and the wound was just a little bit better.

I lowered my eyes, my gaze falling on a brown line on my abdomen that only women who had carried a child could have.

Since I had woken up, in addition to realizing that I had lost my memories, I had also noticed this brown line.

I had given birth, but where was my child? And with whom did I give birth to a child, there is not the slightest memory of any of this, and no one has told me, and I don’t dare to ask.

I stared at the line on my abdomen in deep thought.

Was it a child with Walker Richter?