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The room was dark, but the lightning outside allowed Natasha to clearly see the scene within.
The room was elegantly furnished with minimal furniture.
There was a small bed, a desk, a sofa, a chair by the window, and a broken cello on the floor. The walls were covered with photos. There was also a rotting corpse inside.
On the table was a brown box containing the negatives of the old photos Lane had used to lure Alexei into the room.
The previously locked window was now wide open, its white sheer curtains fluttering. The window ss was shattered, deliberately smashed open.
Alexei likely opened it to air out the room when he noticed something was wrong with the
air.
Wind and rain now poured in through the window, creating a cross–draft with the open door. Natasha felt that it was like the rain was hitting her face.
Light from the corridor streamed into the room as Natasha entered.
Her eyes fixated on Alexei, who was sitting against the wall in the corner by the window.
Rain and blood mingled on the ground around him, and he was drenched by the water.
He remained silently in the shadows, his body leaning against the wall.
One of his legs stretched out and the other was bent. His left hand rested on the knee of the bent leg, his head lowered, his expression indiscernible.
Natasha had entered the room, but it did not make him react.
He seemed to have sunk into the darkness along with his past.
Natasha’s throat was dry, making it difficult to speak.
She was silent for several seconds before she spoke. “Alexei,e home.”
As her voice pierced through the wind and rain, the corpse–like Alexei finally moved.
His sculpted, angr face lifted, and his eyes, as dark as the gloomy night, locked onto Natasha as if she were a prey that walked into its trap.
Behind her was the warm yellow light of the hallway. She stepped away from the light,
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approaching Alexei in the darkness.
He did not speak. His gaze followed her steps.
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She stepped around the ss fragments on the ground, walked past the rain–drenched window, and stood before him.
She repeated, “Alexei, let’s go home.”
The trembling Natasha slowly squatted, knelt on one knee, leaned forward, and hugged him amidst the wreckage immediately.
The two remained in that position, quietly embracing for several minutes.
Their soaked bodies did not produce any warmth as they embraced each other, yet they brought an inexplicable sense of security.
It was like Alexei grasped the only piece of driftwood as he was lost in the deep, drifting sea.
He asked, “What are you crying about?”
His hoarse voice had a gentle quality, and a flicker of life appeared in his unwavering pupils.
He gently pulled her back slightly, his rough thumb stroking her cheek.
Natasha then realized that her face was covered in tears, without her knowing when.
She felt quite embarrassed.
She hadn’t even cried when her family forced her to personally burn down her grandmother’s house.
She pulled away from his hand, buried her face back into his neck, and tightly hugged him around the neck.
She said, “I’m not crying. It’s just rain.”
Alexei put one arm around her waist and stroked her nape with the other. “Okay, it’s rain,” he
said.
Natasha hugged him silently for a while before whispering, “There are so many venomous
snakes. I’m scared.”
He said, “Good girl, don’t be afraid. Shall we go kill them?”
She nodded stiflingly. “Yes.”
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“How did you get here?” He adjusted his position, shielding her inside.
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After receiving the photos from Lane, he immediately sent people to Natasha’s side. At this time, she should have been resting in her room.
But as soon as the question left his lips, he realized something had gone wrong.
Actually, it wasn’t exactly a mistake. It was just that his crew arrived a step toote.
Tonight, the Turner Mansion was too chaotic. Lane’s diversion tactic had some effect.
By the time Alexei’s crew reached the living room, Natasha was already gone.
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However, Natasha reacted too quickly. She immediately abandoned the car and went back to find Alexei.
The door lock of this annex building was not opened by Lane’s people.
Natasha leaned on his chest. “I went to confront Lane.”
Alexei’s fingers, resting on her hair, paused. “Are you hurt?”
Natasha shook her head.
She looked at him again. “What about you? She said you were drugged.”
Alexei also replied, “I’m fine.”
Actually, there was still some effect.
Even with emergency treatment and his body’s drug resistance from his dangerous life abroad, Lane’s dosage was <i>too </i>strong.
That intense, fiery emotion gave him an urge to destroy everything.
He was afraid of hurting her, so he restrained himself from immediately going out to see her.
Natasha, disbelieving, suddenly sat upright to examine him.
As expected, his hands were stained with the snakes‘ blood, and his arms bore self–inflicted wounds from ss shards, used to keep himself awake.
Natasha felt her eyes sting again.
He seemed ustomed to it, yet she felt pain for him.
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She asked, “If I hadn’te, how long were you nning to stay here?”
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This house clearly couldn’t trap him, yet he chose to stay in this purgatory that was designed solely for him.
“Why are you crying again?” he chuckled.
He did not answer the question.
If she hadn’te, he might have stayed alone until the medicine’s effects wore off, perhaps even killing a few more pawns Lane sent to scout the situation.
His slender fingers again touched her face, “My little rose has be a crybaby.”
However, the next second, he showed a flustered expression.
He said, “I have made your face dirty.”
His hands were covered in blood.
He hadn’t noticed it before, but now, by the faint light of the lightning outside the window, he realized that wiping her face had made it look like a smeared clown’s face.
He felt that such a clean and beautiful face should not be tainted by those blemishes.
Natasha shook her head hard.
She held his hand on her face, suddenly lowered her head, and gently kissed the palm of thatrge hand.
Alexei’s gaze suddenly darkened.
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came again,
Lane watched Natasha gradually approach Alexei and intimately embrace him in the surveince footage and showed a ruthless look.
She thought, ‘How could this be?
‘Alexei was clearly drugged.
‘The people I sent earlier were almost killed by him. They were carried out, gravely
wounded.
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lost its reason.
‘Then why didn’t he kill Natasha?
‘If I have known this, I would not have allowed her to go over.
‘Now, I have simply helped them reunite.‘
Lane scoffed with anger.
“Guards!” she called out, her face darkening with an intense malevolence.
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She would not allow those two people to leave the Turner Mansion unharmed tonight, no matter what.
Since they loved each other so much, she would kill them both.
She no longer considered slowly tormenting them. The sudden surge of dread made her want to kill them immediately.
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was suddenly forced open.
She turned her head sharply.
Against a backdrop of thunder and lightning, Shawn and Dn Reyes, the medical assistant he had brought, stood side by side at the doorway.
Behind them was arge group of ck–d bodyguards with bulging holsters, along with thugs and servants lying on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.
Lane’s face turned pale.