"You must be Sara, right?" Jonathan laughed out loud, sounds very sadly.
Alice looked at Jonathan, confused. She was Alice. Why did he think she was Sara?
She didn't know if others had such feelings like hers. When they grew up and saw the people around them, they would regard them as an example and they want to be that kind of person.
Alice had never felt like being someone else. Because she had always been the kind of person that others wanted to be.
But now, people would think of someone else when they saw her. Alice felt a stabbing pain in her heart, but her nervousness did not come from what he said, but from the person who said that.
"I am not." Alice pursed her lips. If one could see her face clearly now, he would think that Alice was very stubborn at this time.
Wasn't it asking for trouble to fight against a person who wanted to harm her? Jonathan stared at Alice blankly for about a second.
"You are." Jonathan uttered these two words gently. Seeing that Jonathan was getting closer and closer to her, Alice felt extreme nervous.
She held the vase so tight that her knuckles were a little painful. Alice became vigilant.
"You said I am, fine, I am." After answering this question helplessly, Alice heard a bang.
Before she could figure out what had happened, Alice closed her eyes. But after a long time, Alice didn't hear any noise from that drunk man, so she opened her eyes nervously.
Unexpectedly, Jonathan fell asleep on the bed. So did he really know what he was doing just now? Or did he pretend to know? Alice was not sure, but there was one thing she was sure of.
This house was no longer safe. No, this was not Alice's house. It was Jonathan's house. Alice had never taken it as her home.
If here was her home, would she still need to worry about her own safety? No, she wouldn't. Alice let out a heavy sigh.
Then she picked up her phone and made a call to Jacob. Although it was unnecessary, she had just made a phone call to him and no matter what, she needed to explain it to him.
After hesitating for a while, Alice chose to send a message to Jacob. Because Jonathan was sleeping beside her. If he suddenly woke up and found that she was also calling Jacob, it would be unimaginable about what would happen next.
"The crisis is over. I'm fine."
On second thought, Alice wondered if Jacob would think that she was deliberately drawing his attention.
It was really pathetic for people to live like this. Alice looked at her phone and waited for his reply.
Waiting was so long. Even if only a minute passed, Alice would feel as if she had been waiting for a lifetime.
Jacob texted back soon.
"Got it."
Jacob replied simply because he didn't want Alice to think too much.
The car turned sharply and left halfway. Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, and Sara looked at him in confusion.
"What's wrong? Why are we going back? Why did your phone ring just now?"
With doubts in her eyes, Sara reached out to pull the handle of the car. The neon outside the window flooded into the car, making Jacob's side face very gentle and beautiful. However, Sara was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty, she just stared at Jacob.
"She is fine." Jacob looked at Sara with guilt. It didn't seem to be a serious matter, but Jacob had to do it.
"That's good. Let's go back then."
A tired smile appeared on Sara's face. She looked tired but happy. Jacob, who had thought that Sara would be angry, just stared at her in silence.
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