Although it had been long since Sandy had returned, Curtis had been indifferent to her and wouldn’t call her Mom. His sudden care caught her by surprise.
Sandy replied, “No. It’s just a minor scratch on my arm. The one who got shot—”
She stopped abruptly as her face turned pale.
“Curtis, you should stay here with Mrs. Verlice.” Jeremy knew Curtis had something to ask Sandy, so he quickly left the ward with the cart.
Curtis walked over to the table, poured Sandy a glass of warm water, pulled a chair, and sat down next to the bed.
“How did you run into him?” Curtis asked calmly.
After holding the glass of water in her hands quietly for a while, Sandy stated, “I went to help at Linda’s shop this morning. After I received a call from the housekeeper in the afternoon, I was heading home when I met him unexpectedly at the mall.”
Sandy was told that Alfred refused to eat and thought he was feeling unwell. That was why she rushed home to check on him. That was when she bumped into Boniel at the revolving door and dropped her phone.
When she was about to crouch down, Boniel picked up the phone before her and returned it to her.
“Thank you.” Sandy flashed a faint smile, and her face turned pale instantly when she raised her head and saw Boniel. Her body hit the glass door after she stumbled backward.
Although Boniel was middle-aged, he appeared tall and charming. He had blond hair and mesmerizing blue eyes.
When he met Sandy’s eyes, he was taken aback, and his eyes widened. “Xandra…”
The man almost lost his voice, his eyes ablaze.
“I’m not her! You’ve got the wrong person!” Sandy pushed Boniel, who was approaching her, away before leaving in a mess with her head dropped low.
At the stairwell outside of the mall, she lost her balance and almost slipped and fell.
Boniel, who had followed her, quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. Staring at her, he said, “I can’t believe you’re still alive. I saw your dead body with my own eyes.”
“Let go of me!” The color drained from Sandy’s face as she struggled to break free. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else!”
“There’s no way I’ve got the wrong person,” stated Boniel confidently. Cupping her cheeks and moving his fingers to brush her eyes, he continued, “You look different now, but I will never get to see those same old eyes again.”
Sandy’s body trembled, and she couldn’t keep a clear mind. “Let go, or I will call the police.”
“You’ve been trying so hard to hide from me. I thought you were dead.” Pulling her closer into his arms, Boniel added, “I dreamt of you every night for the past decades.”
“You deserve to go to hell!” Sandy finally broke down as she hit him. “You’ve ruined my entire life. I wish you were dead!”
Boniel did not let go of Sandy no matter how hard she hit or bit him.
There were many passersby. Most of them only saw Boniel and Sandy hugging each other but were unaware of someone on the rooftop who had aimed a silencer gun at Boniel.
Disregarding Sandy’s struggle, Boniel cupped her face and planted a kiss.
He muttered, “It’s my fault. I promise not to do it again. Please come back with me, Xandra. I’ve raised our son to be a fine young man. He’s as smart as you. I’m sure you will adore him.”
“He’s not my son. Let me go!” Sandy struggled more and gave him several slaps with her free hand in anger. “How dare you even think of taking me with you? Are you even human?”
Despite her assault, Boniel didn’t get mad at all. Seeing her struggling hard, he didn’t care. He held her tighter and forcefully dragged her to the car at the roadside.
“I can’t stand dreaming of you day after day, yet I can’t touch you. You’re mine. I must take you with me.”
Sandy yelled, “Boniel, we’re not in Yartran. You’re going way out of line!”
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