Chapter thirty eight

Andrian stayed quiet staring at her with a confused expression. He never expected that reply from her.

Does she really care? Or is she just pretending to care?

What if she truly cares? He can't deny the fact that she has changed her attitude towards him.

But that changes nothing to what she had done to him in the past, beside she once told him not to get use to her kindness.

"Simply because I took a bullet that was meant for you doesn't mean anything or I trust you, you are a monster." He said walking out of the kitchen

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As soon as Andrian walked out of the kitchen. Elena walked to her room, she slammed the door of her room. She took a stick of cigarette lit it up, she took a bottle of tequila before slumping on the floor and started crying.

Why she exactly why was crying was a mystery to her but she still felt the need to cry and pour out her anger