All Chapters of DESPERATE LOVE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I didn't know you were going to kill Gabe." Under the shade of a dark tree and relying solely on lighting from a garden lamp three meters away, the two people talked to each other. Seriously speaking about Gabe's death which wasn't actually caused by suicide. One of them had planned the death to escape their crime which would soon be caught by law enforcement officials if Gabe was left alive to testify. "At first it wasn't." Amanda exhaled roughly and then looked at her interlocutor with sad eyes. “Gabe is my favorite maid. I have treated her like my own daughter. Moreover she has same smile like Anna if she were alive now. But I had to do it.” The man snorted. “Your impulsive actions invite another danger. The plan is in danger of failing. Especially with Calvin disappearing like a ghost, we can't rely on him to be the scapegoat anymore." "Sorry." Amanda looked down regretfully. This kind of life was not the life she wanted. She was forced t

The decision to leave the car and cell phone among the thick bushes in the middle of the forest is definitely not the right choice for someone who is driving alone in the forest. Especially when it was night. The decision to leave the car and walk to find a way out of the dark forest was exhausting. But this is a different story if someone who left the car in the middle of the forest is a fugitive who is being chased by all law enforcement officers in Seattle. Including the FBI agents who have become so irritated by his attitude that he has been a constant troublemaker at the bureau since he joined seven years ago. But of course apart from having the title of troublemaker and rebel who often angers his friends, even his superiors, Calvin has always been able to show his credibility as a responsible agent. None of the tasks assigned to him have ever failed. Even though these tasks always reap controversy from various parties, but at least the task will end well in the end. It

Ignoring Hazel's cynicism, Calvin began his story with what little courage he had at the moment. He had not always been the kind of brave man who would easily be able to tell his past. If he is brave, he will not become an agent and decides to live in seclusion from the noise of the outside world which he thinks is too dangerous. He escapes from his miserable life to create a new life with new characters. Isn't he a coward? “The death of my parents left a deep wound, anger and fear in me. Even after the death of my parents I still try to live my life normally, but in fact I have never been free from that terrible shadow.” “You went to medical school,” Hazel snarled accusingly. She thought Calvin would just lie to her again with another boast. Having been lied to once—or maybe twice, wouldn't have caught Hazel off guard a third time. In her current sitting position that seemed so defensive, she was watching Calvin with piercing eyes filled with

Hazel fell asleep with beautiful words filling her heart. Every cell in her body seemed to be vibrating madly because of Calvin. She repeatedly sighed Calvin's name in her sleep while thinking about the man's very warm embrace on her body. His stroked really amazing. The greatest part she ever had. But that was hours ago. Now that Hazel woke up, she was alone in her quiet and silent room. Just like yesterday when she entered this apartment for the first time, she couldn't feel any signs of life other than herself being left languishing. Her breath sounded louder in this silent room. She has been left for the second time. "Calvin." She knew the screams were in vain. Calvin had clearly left her after giving her a memory of a night that she would never forget. It seemed he had brought so much new color into her life that she had become so dependent on Calvin for a moment. Stroking the slightly wrinkled sheets next to her, Hazel wanted to convince herself

"You guys wait for me here, I won't be long." The woman's slow steps immediately led her into the house which had been demarcated using a yellow police stripe whose color was so contrasting with the gloomy color of the mansion. But now the yellow line looks torn here and there because it is swept away by strong winds, which always blow in the morning and evening. After the officers from the police stopped guarding the house since yesterday, the house became even more gloomy and quiet. Dust and dirt from dry leaves were scattered on the terrace of the house which she had always kept it clean. But now she was no longer part of the house. She was no longer the exemplary butler that Jane Duffal had always praised. How she longed to be in this house and to be a part of this house. Too bad this house can't be used anymore. Even the wake to commemorate the death of the Duffal family could not be held at this house and was diverted to another Richard Duffal's house i