Her eyes were as black as night fog, with a hint of coldness in them, "What does it have to do with you?"
"It doesn’t have to do with , but it has to do with you." His smile lingered on his lips, giving off a roguish vibe, "They say the best way to move on from heartbreak is to find a new love. I’m willing."
Mia Lane’s eyes turned cold, withdrawing her hand from his palm. Her gaze focused as she began applying dicine to his swollen areas.
"Planning to leave it up to ti?" Anton Miller kept poking at her heart, "Ti couldn’t care less to clean up this ss." He looked out at the increasingly heavy rain outside and chuckled.
He was a bit curious about what would happen in three days.
"Mind your own business." After finishing applying the dicine, Mia put away the dical kit, "Don’t get into fights anymore."
She stood by the coffee table, "Childish, isn’t it? So what if you win? Would you lose your mory just because he did? He’s your brother."
"I don’t like him." Anton Miller raised his eyes, leaned back on the chair, and crossed his legs, "Every ti I see him, I just want to hit him! Can’t help it!"
"Then practice first, don’t get bruised every ti!" Mia didn’t want to get involved in their brotherly matters, so she turned and went upstairs.
"He just didn’t get a bruise on his face! He got two punches to the chest, you know?" Anton Miller was dissatisfied.
Mia was slightly shocked; was Justin Kingston hurt?
She couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.
But thinking it over, she consoled herself that there was no need to worry; he had nothing to do with her anymore.
The rain poured harder and harder.
Footsteps faded into the distance, as if only the sound of the rain remained in the world.
Anton Miller put away his smile, a hint of sadness crossing his eyes.
The Lamborghini stopped in the yard, welcoming the rain.
With a cold and deep gaze, Justin Kingston picked up his phone and dialed Mia Lane’s number, the ringtone sounded...
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
Mia sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the caller ID on the phone, her heart aching as if pricked by thousands of needles.
He called three tis in succession. She restrained herself from answering, then turned off her phone.
She got up and went into the bathroom, filling the bathtub with water...
Mia was preparing to take a hot bath, to wash away the bad luck and start anew.
Downstairs, in the Lamborghini.
Justin Kingston held his phone, only to hear inside—
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off."
Each word seed to cast a spell, pulling at every nerve. Why did she turn off the phone?
Why didn’t she answer his call?
The car door opened, Justin stepped out into the rain. The Lamborghini ca with an automatic umbrella, but he didn’t take it.
At this mont, Anton Miller stepped out of the living room, blocking him at the stairs, "Where are you going?" Clearly unwelco.
"Where’s Mia?" Justin said coldly, "I want to see her."
Anton Miller hooked his lips slightly. Seeing him calling earlier but she didn’t answer?
So, proudly he asked, "What does it have to do with you? Can you see her just because you want to?"
Justin noticed a detail, his lips had been dicated, and this detail stung his eyes.
The torrential rain quickly drenched Justin, his sharp eyes like that of an eagle locking on him!
Anton Miller stood under the eaves, looking down on him from an absolute advantage, an experience he rarely had.
"She didn’t even want to talk to you in the hospital, she preferred to leave with . I really don’t know why you’re here." He kindly reminded, "You’re about to get married, go back to where you belong."
Ms. Tancred stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, anxiously watching this scene, holding a large black umbrella but unable to bring it out.
Seeing Mr. Kingston getting drenched, she felt a pang of heartache.
"Please leave, you’re not welco here!" Anton Miller crossed his arms, standing firmly in the doorway.
The rain poured harder, the flowers and plants bowed under the deluge.
Justin stepped back two steps, raising his eyes to the second-floor terrace, "Mia!! Mia— co down! Mia!!"
Boom!
Thunder and lightning, the rain poured harder.
The sound of the torrential rain drowned out his shouts, but he didn’t give up, determined to see her today!
Ms. Tancred quickly put down the large black umbrella, and swiftly went upstairs, her steps silent enough not to alert Anton Miller.
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