Devoted To You

Susan just felt like a bomb was going to explode in her heart.

She no longer cared about his mood, but in her heart, she could not resist the urge to turn back.

She had a hard time restraining herself and walked down the road for an unknown amount of time. Only when she calmed down did she realize that there were people following behind her.

She had been followed by bad people for a long time before, and now she was being followed again.

Susan just felt like a bomb was going to explode at the bottom of her heart.

When she looked back and saw what the person looked like, Susan was silenced.

“How long are you going to follow me?” Susan asked, growing annoyed.

Chandler stood in front of her, looking at him silently, but Susan only found it amusing that he looked like this, was he asking for pity?

She didn’t know that Chandler had a side of pretending to be pathetic.

After continuing to walk forward a few more steps, Susan stopped and walked straight towards him, stopping only when she reached him.

“Will you stop following me? Can you stop acting like a scoundrel, what the hell are you doing here?”

As soon as she said it, she regretted it again, why should she compromise?

Susan can’t understand, the more she thinks, the more annoyed she is, but the pace is much faster.

Finally, she walked faster and faster, and then stopped. The person behind her also followed the stop, the distance from her position has never changed.

“Can you stop following me!” Her whole face turned red with anger, and she turned and yelled at the man. For a moment, it was as if the world had stood still.

Susan’s face was wrinkled like a rag and she was a little impatient, “Can you leave me alone for a while?”

“Ok.” He nodded but had no intention of leaving.

Susan felt she had made her point and looked at him as if he were a retard, Susan couldn’t help but speak out sarcastically, “Are you deaf or can’t you understand? I told you not to follow me!”

He did not make a sound.

“You want to follow me, right? Fine, don’t regret it.” Susan didn’t bother to tangle with him anymore and walked quickly towards a store on the side of the road.

Without looking, she swung a chair around and smashed the store up.

Chandler silently walked over and followed her.

The sound of breaking glass seemed to irritate her, and Susan couldn’t help but think of that day, that night.

Things were starting to get out of hand, gradually moving towards a kind of uncontrollable ground.

That night … no, not … she always had a pair of gentle eyebrows in her mind, and then there was a soft smile.

“Bang,” another shattering sound, she stopped to cover her head.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Chandler also sensed that she was not right and was about to go over but was stopped by her. Susan raised her head, her eyes scarlet, like those of some kind of beast, with endless killing intent.

He stunned.

Chandler also did not know what is wrong with her, he calmly looked around, there is a hint of surprised look.

Susan looked around and immediately pointed at Chandler and quickly denied, “It was this man, who forced me to smash it, it’s not my business. if you want compensation, just look for him.”

The store manager glanced at Chandler and looked a little embarrassed.

Chandler walked over and said indifferently, “The damage today is on my personal account, go to my assistant and he will arrange it.”

“Okay.” The store manager nodded hastily, full of flattery.

Susan paused and watched dumbfounded as they exchanged like this. She walked out and re-read the name of the store.

Chandler looked at her and asked, “What do you like?”

“I don’t like anything.” She said expressionlessly, her gaze lingering from here to there, before stopping at the counter of wedding rings.

When they first got married, that ring was thrown away by him, and he still remembered his disgusted expression at that time, coldly squeezing that wedding ring. “You don’t deserve to wear this ring.” And then tossed it carelessly.

She looked down at her hand, and there was nothing on it.

Chandler, understanding, went over to the counter and ordered softly, “Take out the most expensive jewelry here for her to pick.”

When the items were delivered to Susan, Chandler looked at her with a smile and asked, “Which one do you like?”

“Don’t try to impress me with this.” She looked blankly at the person in front of her and said without mercy, “I don’t need anyone to pity, and I don’t need you to pity me, you pity yourself to be good.”

Susan had just come out and hadn’t run long enough to start breathing. She took a big breath and then stopped to keep panting. Distant memories were evoked, and she leaned against the pillar somewhat feebly.

She covered her heart, and her “thumping” heart made her wonder why she was still nervous when she was clearly going to give up on him. It is obvious that the purpose is to get back at him, why there is some intolerance.

She had already made up her mind, but when faced with that face she was still a bit intolerant. This should not be so.

Susan was distressed and more annoyed. She kicked the air hard, and stopped, pulling her hair fiercely.