No Wife, No Life Chapter 142

Just when Alex was sinking into despair, the traffickers brought in a girl who was a bit younger than him.

The girl had eyes as clear as water.

She was smart but always pretended to be innocent, playing the traffickers like a fiddle.

In the end, it was she who led him to escape from that place.

They ran tirelessly, evading the traffickers' pursuit.

"Don't worry. I won't turn you in. I'll get you out of here." The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Trust me."

When they parted, her eyes were full of tears. "Remember to come find me. Promise me you'll come find me. We made a deal."

In his memory, the angelic girl stood in the woods, cautiously waving at him.

She never said anything about marrying her.

"She never said that." He suddenly spoke, his voice cold but carrying a dangerous edge.

Emily shivered involuntarily under his intense gaze, feeling as if a pair of large hands were choking her, making it hard to breathe.

"What?" She looked flustered, her eyes evasive.

"She never said I had to marry her and take care of her for life."

He paused, his gaze falling on her again, leaving her no escape.

"Are you really that girl?"

Emily almost collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, his gaze was too sharp. She felt as if he could see through her.

He guessed right.

Of course, she wasn't the one who saved him. It was Harper.

But no matter what, she would never tell him the truth, even if it meant her death.

She could see that Alex truly liked Harper, so she couldn't let him know the truth.

This was the biggest gamble of Emily's life, and she had to win. She had to have him.

When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tears. "Alex, why are you questioning me? Are you doubting me?"

Her voice was sorrowful, her tone full of grievance. "I sacrificed so much to save you back then. Why are you doubting me? Or maybe you just remember it wrong?"

"You told me yourself to wait for you, that you would marry me."

"All these years, I've been waiting for you, never thinking of anyone else."

Her tears fell like rain.

"Do you remember this?" She showed her arm, revealing a prominent scar.

"Look closely at this scar. When we were escaping, I got this protecting you when we fell down the slope."

In reality, that scar wasn't from saving Alex.

In those days, Harper indeed had such a scar on her arm, but Emily conspired with Brad to persuade her to undergo a scar removal surgery at the hospital.

As for Emily, she had created a similar scar on herself.

She had put so much thought into this to win his trust.

That way, he would marry her out of guilt.

Even if it wasn't out of love, as long as she could become Alex's wife, she would be content.

Alex looked at Emily, who was crying bitterly in front of him.

In the past, he might have felt uneasy and a bit sad, but now, he just felt impatient.

Emily asked, "Alex, you said you would take care of me and protect me. Are you giving up?"

She knew very well that Alex might never love her in this lifetime, but she didn't care.

Since she couldn't get love, she wanted status and position. She had to get something to make up for everything she had done over the years.

Acting for so long was exhausting. She thought she probably didn't have much time left to keep up the act.

"Of course, I'll protect you." A bitter smile appeared on Alex's lips.

Suddenly, he felt like he had never been saved.

He had been so grateful to her for saving him.

But now, in hindsight, he felt as though he had been eternally ensnared by that harrowing kidnapping, unable to break free.

It seemed he was destined to live his life repaying this debt. "Go back. I'm drunk." His voice was distant, with a hint of weariness.

He seemed truly tired.

He stood up and swayed a bit.

Emily hurried to support him, but he deftly avoided her touch.

His actions were entirely unbecoming of someone intoxicated.

"Go back!" This time, his tone was commanding.

Emily was startled. After a moment, she nodded and left in a hurry.

Alex didn't look at her. He went back to his room.

He opened the door, and a familiar feeling washed over him.

The eerie solitude of this place was rather frightening.

He took off his clothes and entered the bathroom.

The bathtub was empty, no hot water prepared.

He stood there for a moment, feeling the chill before turning on the faucet.

The water was cold, bone-chillingly cold.

It didn't matter. He didn't care anymore. Maybe it would help him clear his head.

When he came out, he instinctively looked for that delicate figure.

Usually, she would be waiting by the door, a gentle smile on her face, a towel in her hand.

She had always been so gentle and considerate to him.

But now, there was nothing.

At this moment, where was Harper?

She was with another man, taking care of another man. She was probably being just as gentle and considerate with Caden.

A wave of uncontrollable pain surged in his heart, as if something was being ripped away from it.

He looked around, hoping to find something of Harper's.

Her makeup was still on the vanity.

He opened a bottle and smelled the faint fragrance.

He opened a drawer, which was empty except for a delicate hairpin.

The hairpin seemed broken, which was why she hadn't taken it.

He was bewildered by an unexpected surge of emotion, an unprecedented and uncharted impulse that seized him completely.

He took out his phone and posted a picture of the hairpin on Twitter.

He didn't know why he did this, but he did it anyway.

Maybe it was out of unwillingness, or something indescribable.

If he had to put a word to it, maybe it was regret.

Then he turned off his phone, as if afraid to face it again, and went straight to bed.

Meanwhile, the post quickly caused a stir.

After all, Alex, the CEO of the Lavien Group, rarely posted anything, and tonight, he posted his first tweet of the year.

No words were present, only an image: a delicate woman's hairpin.

Why would Alex post such a picture?

What was he trying to say?

Soon, the post became a hot topic.

People speculated about the meaning behind Alex's post.

Why a woman's hairpin?

This kind of post was completely out of character for the cold and rational Alex.