Ha, Alexander Johnson.
Her heart, like being pricked by needles, ached a little.
Did she really have no other choice?
In the following days, Chloe Simpson racked her brains, but going round and round, this truly seemed to be the fastest way.
How ironic!
She was sent to Alexander Johnson's bed by her own husband.
Entangled with this man for so long.
When about to give up, she realized he was her young love.
But reality stood between them, being under house arrest by the Johnson Family, driven to the last straw, she could only leave.
Yet in the end, for the sake of avenging her mother, she'd have to go back to him.
The autumn wind blew through the window in bursts, carrying a chill that swept down the falling leaves from the trees.
Chloe Simpson watched the yellowed leaves fluttering down.
All that had happened before flashed through her mind.
She didn't know what she was feeling.
It wasn't pain, nor was it uncomfortable.
But rather a numbness.
