It Was You novel Chapter 869

"Cassandra..." Martin tensed up and looked at Cassandra, only to see her sitting upright on the sofa. He stared at Cassandra with his deep black eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll give you the last chance. If you leave now, I'll arrange the rest of your life. I won't let you suffer any grievance, and I won't look for you again."

After a pause, Martin continued in a somewhat bitter tone, "If you don't leave, I will tie you to me until the death of my life. I won't give you any chance to escape or let anyone approach you."

Cassandra suddenly chuckled, "So that's why you have done so much foreshadowing."

Martin never alerted anyone when he was doing things, but he put Lenny in the police station in Eastern District and pulled Arthur in with the help of Lenny. He took so much effort and deliberately got her involved because of Bonnie. He did so much, just to wait for her answer.

She wondered why Martin would cooperate with Arthur. If he wanted to investigate someone, he didn't even need to alert the police, let alone cooperate with the police. This man seemed to be able to calculate calmly at any time, and he would never lose his logic and sense.

But the only person he couldn't figure out objectively was Cassandra.

Martin's thin lips tightened into a straight line and stared at Cassandra in silence, which acquiesced in her guess. Moreover, at this time, there was no need for him to hide anything.

"If I don't have any logic or reason, and there is only one sentence, 'I won't leave', do you believe me?" Cassandra asked quietly.

Martin's pupils shrank sharply, and his dark eyes were full of disbelief, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just leaned over and slowly held her in his arms, as if he was going to squeeze her into his bones.

So far, all the doubts and uneasiness disappeared. He won the bet.

After a while, Cassandra pushed Martin away and stared at him, "Now, can you tell me your secret that you have hidden all the time? Martin, I don't want you to bear it alone, no matter it's a deep-rooted hatred or anything else. Martin, don't you feel bitter alone for so many years?"

Martin was always a little cold, as if he was born with coldness, making people dare not approach him easily. Those people either respected him, feared him, or hated him and hated him. No one had ever asked whether he was suffering or not.

He had lived a life like that for more than thirty years and didn't feel bitter. But at this moment, Cassandra's words touched the soft spot of his heart. He suddenly felt that that kind of life was too bitter for him to live for a day.

"Bitter," said Martin quietly, "but I'm used to it."

His words were not heavy. They seemed to be casual, but contained a lot of grievances and sadness that could not be imagined by others.