Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1243

"Allen, what are you doing?" Allen's murky face frightened Elsa.

In the past, Allen was one of the celebrities in their school. He was handsome, wealthy, easy-going. But now, he was a completely different picture. His hair was a mess like a bird's nest, his face unshaven. His clothes seemed as though they hadn't been changed in days.

Allen tied Elsa's hands to her back and leaned against the wall, keeping his dreary eyes on her. The boyish charm had completely disappeared from his face. He was someone else now. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Eyes seething with hatred, he questioned her back, "What am I doing?" He jeered, "Elsa, how could you ask me that?"

Never had Elsa seen this side of Allen. She was so terrified that she didn't dare blink. Gulping nervously, she stuttered, "Allen, let... let me go. Can we talk this through?"

"Wow," Allen sneered, "talk this through... Interesting. What do you want to talk about?" He clenched his teeth and yelled at her, "What is there for us to talk about?!" He threw the cigarette down and started stomping at it fiercely with a murderous expression on his face.

The violent aura surrounding Allen intensified Elsa's fear. Suppressing the terror, she mustered all her courage and said, "Untie me, Allen. Why... Why can't we talk?" Her breath hitched and she pleaded, "Allen, what happened to you? How can I help you? Can you untie my hands first? Please?"

But no matter how much she pleaded, Allen turned a deaf ear towards her. Darkness had taken over him and there was a dangerous light in his eyes. In the dim-lit space, he looked like a devil.

Elsa almost cried out. Even though she had been really close to Charlie who seemed capable of doing anything, she wasn't someone who could easily deal with difficult situations. This was the first time she was in such a dire place. Her brain showed her all sorts of catastrophic climax this scene could have. The more she thought about it, the more terror-stricken she became.

Allen saw Elsa's body curl up under his stare. He let out a scoff and asked with an evil smirk, "What? Are you expecting Charlie to come save you?" From Elsa's facial expression, he knew what she was thinking. She was terrified and was waiting for her prince. 'Elsa, I loved you so much. We were together for more than a year.

I truly believed that we would someday get married and have a family. But all that shit happened. I had everything planned out so well, but Charlie ruined everything!' he thought, fury taking over his entire system.

Slowly, Allen walked up to Elsa and squatted down in front of her. Gazing into Elsa's eyes, which were filled with fear, he said coldly, "All right. If you want to talk, then let's talk."

He drew even closer to Elsa—so close that Elsa could feel his nasty breath on her face. On instinct, she retreated. Her body had been in contact with the cold floor for too long that her butt had become numb. She moved back bit by bit, and Allen edged towards her until she bumped into the wall behind her.

"Leave Charlie. Can you do that?" Somewhere deep inside Allen's heart, he didn't want to scare Elsa. But he didn't want to let her go either. "If you leave him—if you come back to me, I will let you go." He suddenly grabbed Elsa's shoulders tightly and she cried out in pain. Allen yelled at her, "Stop crying!"

"Aah! Allen, let me go! Oh God!" Elsa pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried to get out of his grip, but couldn't.