A Second Chance at Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 391 - チャプター 400

"How are you feeling now? Do you feel any pain?"Misty asked a series of caring questions and, as if remembering something, patted her forehead gently. "Look at me! You still have wounds on your body … Do you want some water? I'll go get it for you!"She got up quickly to get some water.However, after spending the night sitting by the bedside, her legs had gone numb.As she stood up suddenly, she had a blackout and her legs gave way, causing her to fall.She fell onto Connor and accidentally touched his wound which made him grunt in pain."Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall!"Misty panicked. She got up with a pale face and anxiously looked at him. "Does it hurt a lot? I'm really sorry …"Her innocent and elegant look, coupled with such an expression made her seem as pure and clean as a white sheet of paper.Connor felt that he had never seen such a delicate and kind woman before, and for a moment he was even more melancholic."Are you an angel?"He couldn't stop

Standing against the backlight, Darren resembled an elegant aristocrat yet carried the pride of a god with a touch of arrogance.Hannah gazed at him. A subtle smile graced her lips. "Mr. Winchester, you know I can't ride, right?"Hannah was limited by her upbringing in the slums, which shaped her perspective. Even after marrying Nigel in her previous life, she strived to become a refined lady, dedicating herself to Nigel's family.Every skill she acquired had a purpose, with most of her time devoted to proving herself. Horseback riding was an expensive pastime for nobles with no practical advantages for her and was never on her radar.Darren's eyes held a trace of warmth. "It's fine if you can't ride. You usually know your way around everything in this world. I'll be here to protect you and ensure you stay safe. Do you trust me?"Of course, she did. Without hesitation, Hannah placed her hand in his. With his guidance, she mounted the horse.Seated on the horse, a particular e

"Good. If you ever betray Hannah, I'll take her away, far away, where you'll never find her." Flynn observed Darren intensely with his sharp eyes."You won't get that chance." Darren's gaze suddenly sharpened, his dark eyes filled with possessive dominance as he stared coldly at Flynn.The mere thought of this possibility ignited a thick sense of murderous intent within him.In this world, no one could separate him from Hannah.Under his cold gaze, Flynn's face paled slightly, yet he showed no sign of yielding. He steadfastly displayed his sincerity.The eyes of the two men met briefly. Then, each averted their gaze under the concerned looks of Taylor and Avery.Flynn then pulled on the reins as if they had reached an unspoken agreement. The white horse beneath him gradually slowed, falling behind the horses that Taylor and Avery rode.The crisp sound of hooves echoed loudly.Riding spiritedly on horseback, the siblings from the Winchester family approached briskly.Anth

"It was ruled as a suicide." Riley's expression was grim."During the night, taking advantage of the inattentiveness of the prison guards, he used the sharpened end of a toothbrush and stabbed it into his throat, ending his own life.""So, he's dead?" Hannah pondered as she furrowed her brow."How is that possible? Even if he admitted to being guilty, it's just a few years in prison. Why would he choose to end his own life?"Although they had only met briefly, Hannah had a rough understanding of the man.He was a laborer in construction, somewhat opportunistic and driven by profit.Rumor had it he got entangled in gambling debts, suffered countless beatings, and brought misery to his wife, children, and mother.He lived in a damp basement, barely scraping by.This man was selfish and self-centered. Such individuals would usually fear death. How could he contemplate suicide?"Even I find it suspicious. We investigated but found nothing unusual," Riley said, adjusting his glasse

Who would casually kill someone and then send her such chilling messages as if nothing happened? Even with the revelation of the real culprit, Misty didn't feel relief. Instead, an icy shiver ran through her, sending goosebumps across her skin.It was nothing short of terrifying.Unfortunately, the person on the other end was well aware of her thoughts as her phone continued to buzz."Feeling scared, my dear? What can I do? I wouldn't want you to be afraid of me. Will you still be as sweet even when frightened? I miss you, my adorable girl," the messages read.Each sentence reflected in Misty's wide, fear-dilated pupils. Attempting to scream proved futile for her. It was as if extreme fear robbed her of the ability to make any significant noise or movement.Her thoughts moved sluggishly. Her body felt rigid. Even the simplest actions, like shifting her gaze, became an arduous task.After a moment, she managed to overcome the stiffness in her fingers and typed with considerabl