Blood Oath: Forever Yours novel Chapter 50

“I meant why you are arrested! How dare you to step into this room without any knowledge of the rules here! You’re seeking death!”

After finishing her words, one of the girls, who looked younger than the others, jumped up and pounced towards Charlotte.

Without saying anything, she grabbed Charlotte’s hair, intending to give her a hard slap…

But at the next moment, her eyes met with Charlotte’s eyes that were filled with coldness and hopelessness.

Charlotte looked up and looked at the girl with composure, “I suffered a lot before being throwing into this room and paid dearly, but that’s because I’ve made a wrong choice and done something unforgivable. I don’t you guys, so I won’t allow you to slap me out of no reasons.”

She enunciated clearly.

Although she looked weak, her eyes were as cold and sharp as arrows and her whole person was enshrouded in a cold aura.

“If you don’t believe in my words, you can have a try.”

It sounded like she was not afraid of death because there was no going back for her.

The girl, who acted aggressively and ferociously just now, stiffened. She then hesitantly looked towards the other girls who were standing not far away.

One of the girls, who looked older than the others, said, “Let go of her, little girl. Can’t you notice that she’s different from those weak women? This doesn’t work on her.”

After finishing the words, she looked towards Charlotte and wore a fake smile. She patted on the place beside her.

“You look so young, but it seem like you’ve experienced many things. Would you like to tell us about your story? If it pleases us, we can get along well in the future. But if it doesn’t, I’m afraid that you will have a miserable life in the future.”

Charlotte gritted her teeth and slowly stood up with the support of the wall.

Maybe it was because the woman’s words had touched her soft part and made her think of her past, Charlotte inexplicably had an impulse to cry.

She had been too oppressed and despairing over the years and she didn’t have any scruples to tell her story to a group of strangers.

“You want to listen to my story? All right.”

Charlotte suddenly let out laughter when she finished the words. She then rolled up her sleeve to show her arm that was covered with dense needle pinholes.

“My story starts with my lover and my blood…”

…

Early in the morning, Allison walked to Lawrence’s ward with an insulation barrel.

When she opened the door, she found that Lawrence was still asleep with Jeffery guarding him beside.

When Jeffery saw Allison, he stood up to take the insulation barrel from her and told her in a low voice, “Miss Miller, when Mr. Harris woke up from consciousness, he specially instructed me to tell you that you don’t need to watch him in the ward all the time and that you can come back first.”

Allison looked towards the bed and asked gently with her brows knitted, “Did Lawrence ask you about anything else?”

Jeffery shook her head.

Lawrence didn’t ask about Charlotte since after he learned that she had left. Every day, except for reading financial news and lying on the bed to have rests, he didn’t do anything else. And he was not anxious even if his lost contact with the outside world.

When thinking of this, Jeffery felt inexplicably distressed.

Allison knitted her brows even more tightly. She then fixed her eyes on Lawrence who was sleeping soundly with his back to her and lowered her eyelids.

“Take good care of him. I will come here when he wakes up.”

Jeffery nodded his head and sent Allison off the room. When he closed the door and turned around, his gaze met with a pair of cold and gloomy eyes.

The insulation barrel almost slid down her hand.

When he looked up again, his voice became inexplicably shaky, “Mr… Mr. Harris, when did you wake up? Miss Miller sent some dishes to you just now. She…”

“Jeffery,” Lawrence interrupted him.

Lawrence slowly propped himself up from the bed and leaned against the head of the bed. He then squinted at him and said with a meaningful smile, “A lost chance never returns.”