Queen Revenge

I was coming out of the bathroom after a shower, wrapped in a towel, my hair wet, and he was sitting on the couch, not smoking either, just silent, with something called lassitude coloring his surroundings.

His hand was bandaged, and judging by the amount of blood at the time, the wound must not have been shallow.

I stood in the bathroom door, water droplets sliding down the tips of my hair to my neck, collarbone, dripping into the bath towel.

He lifted his eyes when he heard the commotion, and his gaze landed on my chest, instantly colored with desire, before he swiveled his eyes away again.

The old Walker Richter wouldn’t have been like this, if he wanted to, he’d do it anytime, anywhere, regardless of the occasion, he wouldn’t be so restrained.

I smiled in my heart, now this is for Susan Su he will restrain his desire, right.

The dry towel for my hair I had just forgotten to take in and left on the couch, seeing him sitting there I hesitated for a moment before walking over to him, I was reaching for it when Walker Richter preceded me and handed me the towel.

His eyes still didn’t dare look at me.

I reached out and took it, my tone light, “Thank you.”

The word thank you contains as much rawness as it does disappointment.

Walker Richter’s eyebrows came together, “Alva, let’s talk.”

This is the first time he’s ever made such a formal request of me.

I wrapped the towel around my head and sat down on the edge of the bed, my tone still unhurried, “Talk about what.”

It was obvious that he had offered to talk about it, but he was suddenly silent again.

He held his gaze at me several times, seemingly hesitating.

My temperament was worn out by him, so I simply spoke for him, “Do you want to talk about your affair with Pheobe Wilson or with Susan Su?”

At that, his gaze sank, “Pheobe Wilson’s matter is not important, I want to talk about the two of us.”

He directly skipped over Susan Su.

Heart suddenly sour, I pushed down the painlessness in my heart, “I was just about to talk to you too, Walker Richter, there’s no point in us being at a standstill like this at all, just leave me alone.”

“Are you going back to Ulysses Will or into the arms of Martin Mo?” He said in a mocking tone, “But fight with Bella Hill over a man again?”

I was slightly stunned, he really knew the grudge between me and Ulysses Will and Bella Hill very well, then, I lightly laughed, it was self-deprecating, I said, “President Richter is really a great man, I’m afraid that there is no secret that you don’t know, and no one can calculate you, unless you are willing to jump into each other’s traps, I’m not Bella Hill, I’m not Bella Hill. I am not Bella Hill, this matter the Richter family everyone already know, there is no need to act, we should go back to our respective tracks, the child is not a tool and bargaining chip, you want a child, go and have it with the person you like.”

Susan Su was the only person in the world who could get Walker Richter to willingly enter the picture, he probably knew exactly how Pheobe Wilson’s uterus was lost, but he chose to defend Susan Su.

He gave me a sidelong glance, a cold light in his eyes, “You’ve had plenty of chances to leave these days, why haven’t you? Alva Hill, isn’t it because you can’t let go?”

Turns out he was testing me these past few days.

Listening to his words, I found it ironic, “Why wouldn’t I be able to part with it? Martin Mo is waiting for me, I can’t wait to leave, the reason why I didn’t leave is because I want to say goodbye to you, Walker Richter, we have had a ridiculous period of time, even if it’s just a fling, no matter how many calculations and purposes are mixed in it, it’s always a pleasure in bed, let’s not be too embarrassed, say goodbye, and get together and leave. It.”

“Ridiculous? A love affair?” Walker Richter’s eyes went cold, and his voice plummeted several degrees, and if he hadn’t been restraining himself, he could have slapped me again with a furious, “Alva Hill, you’re so fucking heartless.”

It was the first time I’d ever heard Walker Richter explode.

I yelled at his words.

Who the hell was heartless?

I was immediately enraged, slammed my hand on the edge of the bed and stood up, yelling back at him at the same decibel level, “Yes, I, Alva Hill, do have no heart, my heart was fed to the dogs a few hundred years ago, but it’s you, Walker Richter, who has a big heart, coaxing me, an impostor, while letting Susan Su live next door. loves you so much, and you are deeply in love with her, and still come to make fun of me for what, you go back to Susan Su, go to her.”

“What’s wrong with you, what does this have to do with Su, Alva Hill, when did your heart become so small, Su treats you as a friend, she’s just living next door for the time being, why do you have to be so mean?” His face was thick with anger, and he clasped my left shoulder, his cold breath spraying on his face, “Are you jealous of Su?”

Su, how affectionately called.

I admit to being jealous.

But I really wasn’t counting on it, nor was I qualified to count on it.

I didn’t break away and met his hawk-like eyes, “Walker Richter, do you have to make me say it even harder and clearer? I, Alva Hill, am not a fool, nor am I a tool for giving birth, Susan Su can’t have a child, so who are you to make me take her place, I’ve been stupid once already, I won’t be stupid enough to be used by you this time, Walker Richter, I did once admit that I loved you, but that was once, and I’m tired now, burned out, and I’m begging you to let me go.”

His slightly averted gaze flickered for a moment, his narrow, inky eyes as deep as a ghostly pool, “Alva Hill, I don’t care if this is a reckoning or what, and I don’t care what you were up to in the first place, I won’t let you go until I’m dead.”

My heart was shaken, then I smiled coldly, “Do you want me to be your mistress? Or do you want your Su to be your mistress? Do you know how those people in the neighborhood spread the word that your Su is the lover of some tycoon, Walker Richter, what you have in your heart is Susan Su, why don’t you admit it, you want to have both the fish and the bear’s paw, I’m afraid Susan Su won’t be so generous, right, you tolerate letting her see the light for the rest of her life.”

Walker Richter eyes glare: “A nonsense, I and Su are just friends …”

“Friends? Do you believe in those two words?” I interrupted him with disappointment, “Walker Richter, when Pheobe Wilson’s knife stabbed Susan Su, his behavior has betrayed you, you often go over to her side at night, don’t tell me you guys are just purely chatting.”

Walker Richter didn’t answer in the face of my questioning, and his silence sent my heart plummeting to the ice.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I knew the answer a long time ago, but I had to ask it myself, rubbing salt in the wound and making my heart ache all over again.

I closed my eyes wearily, tired of any words, I didn’t want to ask, to pursue what had been between them again.

I threw my hands up in the air and surrendered to Walker Richter, to this reality, “I’ve lost, Walker Richter, leave me alone, you’re just keeping me because of my face which looks exactly like Bella Hill’s, you need someone to sit in Ms. Richter’s place, and now that the East is out of the way, just as well , the game is over, whoever sits in this Ms. Richter’s seat from now on has nothing to do with me, you don’t want Bella Hill back, that’s because she betrayed you, that baby she was carrying wasn’t yours, in fact I’m not clean either, before I met you, I had a baby too, it died not long after it was born.”

I had thought of many ways to open up to Walker Richter about having had a child, but I never thought that one day I would say it in this way.

Walker Richter’s gaze steepened, “Died?”

The key word he latched onto was that the child was dead, not that I had had a child.