Chapter42
A man looking disheveled was in the Kaufman’s villa.
He sat on the floor barefoot, surrounded by empty wine bottles.
Antonio had locked himself at home since that day, refusing to either eat or drink.
He used to be a clean freak, paying great attention to his appearance all the time. Yet now his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard and pitiful.
Clutching the pocket watch, he murmured, “Grace…
“I know you always hate it when I drink…
“Come back. Come back so that you can scold me in my face,
OK?”
When saying this, he pressed his cheek against her face in their wedding photo, trying to catch a trace of her scent and warmth.
After some time, he suddenly woke up with a start and looked around, confused.
In the next second, he realized that everything was still in place, and Grace was still nowhere to be seen.
Once again, he was caught up in despair.
Just then, he felt a gust of wind, which brought some sounds
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His heart skipped a beat; he tensed and held his breath to listen.
At the next moment, his eyes lit up with hope again. He got up at once and rushed toward the living room without even putting on his slippers.
Then he saw a familiar figure in the kitchen with an apron.
His eyes turned red, and he didn’t even dare to breathe lest disturbing her; or what if it was just a dream?
After a long while, he cautiously whispered, his voice trembling, “Grace?”
The figure paused.
Then she turned around, and he saw Mylie’s fawning face.
“Antonio, you’re awake. I’m making some soup for you; it’s good for your hangover. It’ll be ready soon.”
It wasn’t her.
It wasn’t Grace.
Antonio’s eyes dimmed totally instantly.
He stood in situ in agony, feeling dizzy. He was about to lose his balance.
Looking at him, Mylie felt heartbroken.
In just a few days, he had become so gaunt, and his face was so ghastly pale as if he were seriously sick.
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She tightly held his hand, pleading sadly, “Antonio, please, pull yourself together…
“I know it’s a lot for you to take, and it’s been so hard. But no matter what, you gotta move on with your life, right?”
“Piss off.”
Stunned, Mylie bit her lip hard.
“No. I won’t leave, Antonio. I’m willing to be Grace’s substitute.
“Just give me a chance, OK? I promise I can replace her and even be better than her. A lot better!”
“Are you deaf? I said, piss off!”
Antonio snapped and swept everything off the kitchen island, his eyes red.
Among those scattered items on the floor, a stack of photos and a piece of sexy lingerie fell out of a box with its lid popped open.
Mylie’s expression changed at once. Panicking, she wanted to pick them up and hide them.
But a slender hand beat her to it.
Antonio lowered his head and looked at the photos in silence, his fingers trembling.
There were photos of Mylie with his name tattooed on her lower abdomen, Mylie with suggestive marks on her skin, and him stroking Mylie’s bulging belly…
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After a long while, he looked up, his eyes bloodshot. He looked like an enraged wild beast with a sinister gaze that oozed a terrifying chill.