It Was You novel Chapter 782

Standing in front of the bed, Martin's deep eyes were dark, and his heart, which was just the size of a palm, was beating wildly in his chest. He just looked at Cassandra quietly, as if he had lived for thousands of years in such a short time.

'What is forever?

What is real?'

All of a sudden, Martin didn't know whether it was true or not, but if all this was just his fantasy, he, a proud and lonely man, wanted to ignore everything and immerse himself in this fantasy for the rest of his life.

He hoped that for the rest of his life, he could see the person he loved dearly and care about her.

Martin reached out his hand and grasped her cold fingers. He pressed her fingers tightly against his chest. When her fingers suddenly touched Martin's fast beating heart, her pupils shrank slightly and she almost blurted out, "Martin!"

Martin seemed to have come to his senses. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at her with his dark eyes unblinkingly.

She had seen his eyes like this thousands of times. In the past, she only felt fear and resistance, but now, she felt particularly hot, as if she was wrapped in a burning flame, which could easily burn her to ashes.

If love was a strange circle that could not be walked out, she was willing to draw a circle as a prison now.

"Cassandra, do you know how scared I was?" His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his throat seemed to be blocked by lumps of cotton, making him unable to speak fluently.

Cassandra looked up, as if she had passed through her previous life and this life, through the life and death barrier. She looked at Martin quietly, smiled, and said, "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, I will never leave you again. I will never let you go even if you drive me away."

Although those memories were still intermittent and out of order, she still had a lot of doubts. What kind of entanglement was in those memories that had been deliberately forgotten was no longer important now.

Martin stared at her, his chest seeming to be cut by a thin blade, and the bitterness that had been suppressed for so many years seemed to be unbearable at once. He gritted his teeth tightly until a blood smell came from his mouth, and it was not until Cassandra half got up from the bed and was extremely weak. Holding his face with the hand inserted by the syringe, she shouted at him anxiously, "What are you doing?"

It was not until then that Martin came to his senses. With a frown between his eyebrows, he held Cassandra's hand and helped her to lie back on the bed. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Cassandra was still angry, "Martin, can you take care of yourself first? What's wrong with you? How can you hurt yourself like this? Does it hurt? Where is Kevin? Let him check if you bit your tongue or not. "

Martin stared at her in silence. It was obvious that she said something harsh, but in his ears, it was the gentlest worry in the world, more than all beautiful music.

He must be crazy.

With a very light smile, Martin's dark eyes seemed to be flickering with two clusters of flames. He said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm used to it."

'It doesn't hurt. I'm used to it.'

His words were like a heavy thunder, hitting Cassandra's heart so hard that she almost burst into tears.

The huge room fell into a strange dead silence.

After a long time, Cassandra looked up at Martin helplessly and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you a fool? Martin, I won't let anyone bully you anymore. "