Tricia's POV "Morgan..." I called trembling. His cold stare turned normal to me and I took in a deep breath. I may want Alex to pay for what he has done but I won't want him to die. Morgan had a murder aura but his calm face now, makes me love him more. "Please Tricia, can I know what Alex loves," he said. "I do not know of what he loves now, but before our parents death, he loved wild painting," I said and continued. "Eating candy and drinking butter melon." He stared at me as I completed my words. "Butter melon," he said. "Yes, I haven't seen him drink it after our parents death," I said. "Do you drink butter melon?" He asked. "No," I said. A smile curved his lip and he nodded. "Well, I am going to give him butter melon as a gift," he said and got up. Hours later, we walked to the room and slept. I woke up the next day by the side of my husband. A smile was on my face as I looked at him. He was still sleeping. He looks more handsome than when he is awake. He suddenly
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