The Wedding That Never Was Chapter 34

I was in darkness.

My hands were tied behind my back. Before my eyes, a black silk cloth tightly bound my vision, leaving my brain with only hallucinations from residual drugs.

I couldn't remember clearly what happened. It seemed a cloth blocking my breath sent me into a whirlpool of dizziness.

Then I fell straight down. A cold body caught me, then covered me with a jacket, disguising me as a fainting tourist.

I was transported out. In my daze, I could feel fingertips stroking my cheek with "love"...

That hand finally landed on my lips, grinding hard.

The voice calling me grew distant. The person whose face I couldn't see laughed in a low voice. Two voices overlapped.

Both felt incredibly familiar.

I backed against the wall, shuddering.

I should have been lying flat on this bed, but after waking up in shock, the soft bedding turned into a man-eating cage.

Countless kidnapping cases broadcasted in my mind surfaced, but I never thought it would happen to me.

My arms were bound extremely tightly. I tried to struggle, but the slight movement couldn't loosen it.

The most desperate thing was the cold ring-shaped object on my wrist.

It was a pair of handcuffs, connected to an iron chain.

The end of the chain was attached to the wall, warning me that without a key, it wouldn't be strange even if I were imprisoned here for life.

I had never missed Leo so much...

Missed him so much that the wetness in my eyes soaked the silk cloth.

Directly in front of me, a faint chuckle spilled out with the surge of tears.

This laughter panicked me. It felt like all the blood vessels in my body stopped for a moment.

Then, my heart pounded against my chest at a frequency that almost broke through.

Someone is here? How can someone be here!

Fear choked my throat. My body shrank back as much as possible. "What do you want? Money? I'll give it to you."

I tilted my face up, trying my best to suppress my expression to calmness. Except for my lips pressed into a straight line, no one could dissect my nervousness.

But it was useless.

The strange warmth approached—

The cloth wrapped around my eyes was uncovered. The face revealed in my vision was so familiar that it made me feel strange and hateful.

"It's you..." My trembling voice miraculously calmed down. I watched Adrian Hayes smile in front of me.

"Ilara, you didn't want to see me, so I had to come find you." He seemed to sigh.

That sickly aura lingered around him, as if it had permeated this body.

His cool fingertips gently stroked my tense cheek, only to be thrown off in disgust.

This was the hand that stroked me after I passed out. I just couldn't imagine... Adrian could do something like kidnapping.

Because, no matter how Adrian treated me in the past... he had always been a decent person.

At least in my memory.

Long-term military life had baptized his soul. Even after retiring...

Every time we met, Adrian's back was always straight, like a pine tree that could never be bent.

I couldn't imagine such a person sharing the same body and name with the man sitting in a wheelchair before me, eyes full of obsession.

But then I thought of Jessica's warning.

She said Adrian had gone crazy. If I didn't stay away from him, I would definitely encounter danger.

So that was it...

Jessica, who had weathered storms for decades, could make such an evaluation back then. Yet I still treated him as the boy who smiled at me with wounds all over his body in school.

Thinking he had some persistence in justice, thinking he at least understood respect.

I lowered my head in a trance, thinking of the carousel in the amusement park, which almost achieved a beautiful dream that would keep me awake forever.

Only to be terminated by the same person again.

It seemed I had never seen him clearly.