She was a little embarrassed. After all, they hadn't been so close to each other for a long time. She felt a bit uncomfortable.So, she found a random topic. "Oliver still hasn't come back?""Maybe he couldn't find the bucket," he said, his chest vibrating. Not knowing how to pick up the conversation, she just looked at him. "Put the fish down," he said again after about three seconds. "But it will slip away," she blurted out. He paused, nodded, and hummed.Actually, she could place it somewhere dry rather than in the water... Then it couldn't slip away...She found herself so stupid. But she couldn't take back her words...She wondered, bit the bullet, and awkwardly held the fish. Should she say anything to defuse the awkward situation?She thought for a moment and asked, "What's your plan? I mean your career.""I haven't laid it out yet," he replied frankly. "I've been working for too long, and it's time to take a break. In the past, I didn't have time to hang
Everly wondered, 'Why does he look so pitiful? Is he going to ask me to be with me as he did before?'Meanwhile, Carson moved his eyes from her to the sunset on the horizon and said, "It's late."She looked across at the sea and the sky. The glorious declining sun gilded the sky.The salty sea wind swept over them.They gazed at the sunset until the fish suddenly struggled and startled Everly.It had been quietly staying in her hand for a while. She had forgotten that she was holding the fish. Thus, she subconsciously let go of the fish and shook Carson's hands off.The fish flopped back into the water and waved its tail to flee away."Oh, no. The fish has escaped. Dad, hurry up and catch it!" Oliver yelled. He had been squatting on the side so as not to disturb his parents. Carson and Oliver then chased after the fish.Everly slowly got up and stood there. The father and the son in white T-shirts were surrounding the big puddle. Everly felt strange while watching them.She wa
Layla White was dead. She was tortured to death, and all the traces and evidence for the crime were burnt in a fire. Someone saw that the murderer was none other than Everly Pettis. … The night sky was dark and starless in the cemetery. A black car stopped as the rain was falling heavily. Everly was dragged all the way to a tombstone. "Young Master Baxter, here she is." A man holding a black umbrella stood in front of the tombstone. He was dressed in a full black suit, and his perfect side profile looked as cold as the night. He turned around and looked down at the woman struggling in the mud on the ground. His eyes were filled with hatred and disgust. "Carson, I didn't do it! She was dead when I got there. I..." Everly crawled towards Carson Baxter, struggling with an explanation. "Not you?" Carson pinched her chin so hard as if he was going to crush her jaw. "Someone took a photo of you two together before the incident. When the fire started burning, you were sitting
She cried bitterly as her heart was torn with pain.Shock flashed through Carson’s eyes, but he still did nothing to stop what was happening. She saw him throwing away the handkerchief that he used to wipe his hands. While her clothes were being torn apart, he reached out his hand and gently stroked the woman's face in the black and white photo on the tombstone.It was raining heavily. The weather in Cannesville, February, was freezing, but it was still not as cold as what Everly felt inside.The blood on her forehead trickled down, and her beautiful pale face was painted red in contrast. She looked at the familiar figure with tears in her eyes, crying hysterically."Are you really going to do this to me?"There was no response from him.The cloth on her shoulder was torn open, and she was almost naked. The dirty hands of men reached out to grope her chest."Do you love her so much?"He did not look at her. All he cared about was the woman six feet under the ground!It was dar
A gust of wind blew past.Everly suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness. The image in front of her was blurry. The memories of what happened four years ago were still vivid in her mind.She sat up and panted heavily. Cold sweat mixed with tears dripped on the thin quilt, almost soaking it through.Fragments of memories constantly appeared in front of her eyes, the dim window, the red blood, and the sounds of screams...all of these seemed to have confined her, and she had no way of running away from them.A shrill alarm rang, snapping her back into her senses. She reached out and pressed on the alarm. It was already six o'clock in the evening.She thought of him again.The past seemed to have happened as though it was yesterday in her head. She opened her eyes slightly and looked out of the window.Outside the window was the darkening sky. The slow-moving ventilator cast moving shadows in the room. She touched her clothes that had been soaked in cold sweat and changed into anot
"Help..." She raised her head and tried asking for help. She raised her head and was met with a pair of angry eyes. Everly was stunned and stopped struggling. The man stood in front of her, looking down at her with his eyes full of cold rage. Four years did not leave any trace on his face but made him look more mature. The memory from four years ago surged in her head again, and pain started seeping into her already numb heart. "Drag her here!" The blonde man's voice came from behind her, snapping her out of those memories. She lowered her head in silence and defeat, as she withdrew her hand that had just reached out for help. She hated and feared everything that had happened in the past four years. She no longer dared to confront him, nor to look at his face. As she took her hand back, a big hand grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Then, the hand grabbed at her neck, forcing her to raise her head and look into his bloodshot eyes. He glared at her as if she had committed a
He pinched her chin so hard that she felt her bones were almost crushing under the pressure. She cried, but not from the pain. Tears fell silently from her eyes onto the back of his hand. He was stunned for a moment, but then he came back to his senses, angrier. He slammed her back against a pillar, locked her face with his palm, and forced her to look at him. "How dare you cry!" His cold eyes were full of rage, and anger twisted his handsome features. "Stubborn and unrepentant. Do you live by replying to those men just now? Everly, are you this cheap?" She looked at his angry eyes and smiled. She was cheap, her love was cheap, so she fell in love with him. She had witnessed the women around him come and go, but she still thought she might be different from the rest and that they would be together for the rest of their lives. It was her fault, really. She did not answer Carson. She lowered her eyes, and tears continued to flow from her eyes down her face, seemingly endles
Everly left. Her only possession was two black clothes with her in total. It was a cold November night in Cannesville. She still felt cold when she put on both black cotton clothes. She walked slowly down the noisy street. The hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with her. She walked from the suburb to the urban area for a long time until the world returned to silence. She paused for a moment and reached out to catch a snowflake. It was snowing. It snowed early this year in Cannesville. She pursed her lips and turned seven or eight corners. She walked through a long alley and came to the run-down house at the end of it. She could hear the faint cough coming from it. She took out the envelope that she had been carefully hiding, took out two pieces from it, and pushed the rest into the house through the crack of the door. She then turned around and quickly ran away. About three minutes later, the door was opened, and an old woman came out with the envelope in