Semua Bab I wish it were you: Bab 1161 - Bab 1170

Her father glanced at her through the rearview mirror, and she saw the redness around his eyes. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, “Seraphina, Daddy loves you.”Her mother also turned to look at her, tears streaming down her face.She didn’t know what was happening to her parents, but she suddenly felt scared. “Mom, Dad, why are you crying?”They didn’t answer. Instead, they both unbuckled their seatbelts.A red truck came speeding toward them, honking its horn wildly. Her father closed his eyes and grabbed her mother’s hand…Seraphina jolted awake, clutching her aching chest, her eyes squeezed shut. Two streams of tears escaped.It had been a long time since she dreamt of that incident. Why did it come back today?She rubbed her throbbing temples and glanced around. It was night, and her room was dark, but she could tell she was back in her own room.She exhaled deeply, murmuring to herself, “It’s all in the past. It’s fine… it’s over…”But even as she said that, the tears kept flowin

Annabelle stared blankly, asking, “How much is considered high?”Scott chuckled as he rubbed his forehead. “Well, Kendrick has plenty of money. You can bid as much as you want.”That said, Annabelle still felt a little uneasy. Even if Kendrick had endless money, it wasn’t like it grew on trees. She didn’t want to bid out of spite just for the sake of it. Even if she did win the vase, it would feel like a loss.At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him. After all, his money didn’t come easy.As she was lost in thought, the auctioneer called out the final bids once, twice. The item was about to be handed over to that mysterious bidder.Scott must have noticed that Annabelle wasn’t really concerned about money but was reluctant to spend, so he gestured a number to her. “Listen to me, just bid this amount. If they keep bidding, let it go.”Annabelle bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before entering her bid. It was double what she’d bid before. Immediately, the cr

It was Julissa again!His eyes were fixed on Julissa!He spent so much money buying that handbag—he was definitely going to give it to that woman.Does he just want to spoil her? What’s so special about her?Heather felt a sharp headache, and her breathing became labored. She just wanted to scream out loud.But the string in her mind remained taut, and she told herself to stay in control. If she caused a scene, Scott would dislike her even more. The possibility of becoming his wife would be even slimmer.Holding onto the last bit of reason, Heather rushed out of the hall. Her emotions were in turmoil, and her vision became a little blurry. The people in the hallway seemed like they were all in funhouse mirrors, grinning and laughing at her.She bit her lip and stumbled into the bathroom.Taking calming pills from her bag, she swallowed two of them and splashed cold water on her face.After two deep breaths, she finally calmed down. Heather wiped her face dry with a tissue, walked out

In a half-dream, half-awake state, Julissa muttered, "Mr. Nichols, you're really willing to use it, huh?"She remembered that during the auction, the host had mentioned the history and origin of this small incense burner. It was something from a thousand years ago, an item buried with a prince. Such a precious antique, and yet Mr. Nichols just casually said he'd use it...Scott smiled and replied, "Isn't the point of buying something to use it? If this incense burner had a soul, it might even be happy, considering it could continue to serve its purpose."Julissa found his words amusing. Maybe old relics really did have a kind of spiritual essence. After all, it had crossed time and space to arrive in the hands of a new owner. Was it perhaps a form of rebirth for the burner? What kind of person had its previous owner been? How many stories had it witnessed?She drifted off to sleep, her mind wandering in these thoughts, accompanied by a faint, pleasant fragrance.That night, Julissa ha

Julissa didn’t know what the man was planning to say or do, so she remained silent.The Mediterranean man continued speaking: “To be honest with you, when our young lady arrives, she’ll personally use these three things to ruin your face.”He chuckled darkly, picked up a small knife, and began playing with it in his hand. “First, I’ll cut up your delicate little face with this knife, then pour honey on it, and then…”He tapped a large acrylic box, saying, “I’ll release these ants and let thousands of them crawl over your wounds. The sensation... tsk, tsk…”Julissa glanced at the box and finally noticed that inside, among the black soil, were countless ants wriggling and moving about.The thought of the torture she was about to face made her scalp tingle, and her face started to ache just thinking about it.The Mediterranean man grabbed her chin, leering at her face. “Little sister, the thought of your beautiful face being chewed up by ants is too much for me to bear. How about this? I