Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 1359 However, her heart seized up nervously.
âEliza, tell me. Is Charity still alive?â Chester suddenly grabbed her chin. âSince she was a good childhood friend of yours, itâs not impossible for her to come to you if she didnât die.â
âHahâ¦â
Eliza looked like she heard a joke. Her beautiful eyes showed hateful anger. âDo you think a person can jump into the rough seas without dying? If you have the ability, then go try it yourself. Sheâs dead. I also wished that⦠she didnât die.â
Even though her soul was still alive, her body was dead forever.
âI really donât understand. You keep obsessing over whether Charity is dead or not. What does she have to do with you?â Eliza sneered. âDonât tell me sheâs one of the women you had in the past.â
Chester turned away and closed his eyes.
He also did not know why he was so obsessed over whether Charity was dead or not.
Perhaps it was his last bit of conscience.
âYou guessed it right. She liked me a lot in the past. She liked me to death, â Chesterâs thin lips lifted as he said word by word.
Elizaâs heart almost burst with anger. â I think that if you two really had a relationship before, it would be the most regrettable thing in her life.â
âHow can you be so sure? Youâre not her, â Chester smiled wickedly.
âI know her. Sheâs a proud person. She must be very disgusted by a man like you who only knows how to get into heat when you see women, â Eliza said coldly.
Chesterâs cold eyes shivered and as his long legs approached her. â Since you said that I go into heat when I see a woman, maybe youâre right. Iâm in heat when I see you now.â
The manâs tall and upright figure pressed on her.
Elizaâs heart tightened and she subconsciously took two steps back until her body hit the wall behind her.
Chesterâs hands pressed on the wall, trapping her body in between him and the wall.
The faintly sweet scent of the womanâs body wafted into his nose.
His body froze.
It was the scent he smelled for the first time on his most memorable night.
He did not think about it before and ignored it.
However, when the familiar scent reemerged, he could still recall it.
Later, he asked and found out that it was the shampoo brand Charity used.
She only loved that kind.
He did not expect Eliza to use that brand too.
He looked down. The woman in his arms looked up a t him, her dark and shiny eyes hiding a bright burst of anger.
She looked like her. She looked so much like her.
Chesterâs throat bobbed as his head went hot, and he lowered his head and kissed her beautiful lips forcefully.
Although he had many women before, this impulse had disappeared for a long, long time.
Her lips tasted similar to the one in his memory, sweet like jelly.
He succumbed to the taste of her lips and could not hold back.