Unrequited Passion

Chapter 40 Blake Ledger, Why Aren't You The One Who Died!

With such thoughts, she frantically sat up from the hospital bed and lunged at the tray in the doctor's hand.

The tray fell to the ground, and Terry, no longer breathing, rolled to the floor.

Astrid hugged him in her arms and cried out loudly and frantically.

The guard who heard the sound pulled open the curtain and saw the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but feel wretched!

It was all his fault!

Astrid couldn’t stop thinking, ' Blake Ledger, I have nothing left. I want to keep Terry. Even if you hate me, Terry is your child! If you don't like him, I'll take him away when I get out of jail! I want him to live! Why? Why do you have to ruin my hope?’

"Blake Ledger...Why is it not that you died? Why is it my Terry who died!"

"Blake Ledger, I hate you!"

Astrid shouted in despair, and the saddest thing was that even if someone was dying of grief at this time, the people outside knew nothing about it!

Astrid was like a forgotten person, and she had nothing left. She was plumb crazy.

"Terry...My son...Terry..." Astrid closed her eyes slightly, and tears kept slipping from her eyes with endless bitterness and boundless hatred.

Astrid looked back sensitively as the sound of a broken wooden branch suddenly came from behind her.

She absolutely did not believe Blake would come back, so who was this person at this time?

Astrid's eyes were like a small beast’s in the darkness of the night as the tall figure had already enveloped her petite body.

"Astrid Noelle, why do you seem to be not good every time we meet?"

Astrid's eyes suddenly widened, and if she remembered correctly...

This voice was...Roger?

How could he be here?

Subconsciously remembering her mess, Astrid hastily curled up and moved backwards slowly until warm arms enveloped her whole body.

Roger's body had a nice scent that was reassuring enough.

"Why are you here?"

Astrid looked at the man in front of her defensively. Here was the Ledger family's ancestral tomb. He definitely wouldn't be simply passing through.

So, when she and Blake left the banquet, was he following them?

If it was a coincidence that he saved her the first time, then this time...

What the hell did he want?

A cool breeze blew through, carrying a biting chill.

Roger suddenly raised a warm smile, took off his suit jacket and draped it over Astrid's body.

Astrid felt shocked. How could there be such a gentleman in this world? His every action was so charming and gentle.

Roger then sat down beside her. His move caught Astrid's eyes.

The wind blew, and the hair on Astrid's forehead was blown up, naturally with Roger's dark hair.

"Astrid Noelle, has anyone ever told you that if you smile, you must be very pretty, enough to make people crush you!"