Love Has its Will by Selena Lewis novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Gradually, the corners of his eyes had reddened. He closed his eyes. How Savanna made love with him the night before the accident flitted through Brandon‘s mind. That night, she looked extremely charming. Her red lips and her pink cheeks were all just sexy. But now she was just a corpse.

Brandon found it unacceptable.

Why would a person lively like that be gone all at once?

Brandon opened his eyes and looked at the black corpse in front of him. Although he did not want to believe it, the color of the sticky fragments on the corpse‘s body was indeed the same as that of Savanna‘s clothes. He checked the surveillance camera before. That was what Savanna was wearing before she got into the police van.

As he watched the body, he burst into laughter all at once, his chest trembling and his throat moving slightly. He lit a cigarette with his hands trembling. He was thinking of how Savanna hated him and how she would rather die than be saved by him.

At the thought of that; Brandon‘s heart was filled with pain. Brandon wanted to vent his pain, but it turned out that only a cigarette could do the trick.

A bang sounded at that moment.

Someone was knocking on the door.

He ignored the knock and continued smoking.

Then the door was pushed open. It was Tracy. She came in and saw that Brandon was standing next to the bed, staring at the black corpse. The sight of that made her heart jolt. Tracy frowned and said, “Brandon, Savanna is dead. We have to let her rest in peace. But you...”

“Get out.” There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, which sounded calm and flat. It seemed that he was so sad that he had a hoarse voice. Or maybe it was just because of that cigarette he was smoking

Noticing thatBrandon wasn‘t actually in so much pain, Tracy felt slightly relieved. Then she tried to persuade him again.

“It‘s a plain fact that she‘s dead and we can‘t bring her back to life. Actually, it was Giselle who asked me to comfort you. She said that you‘d encounter many outstanding women in your life. You

won‘t stay single forever...”

“Get lost.”

Before Tracy could finish her sentence, Brandon grabbed her arm and pushed her out of the door.

Brandon pushed her so hard that Tracy‘s back hit the wall. The back of her waist ached because of

that. After she stood firm in front of the door, Tracy looked at the closed door with mixed feelings. Every time Brandon was in pain, she felt uneasy as well. But to get Brandon’s love, Tracy would do anything even though that would bring Brandon pain.

With no more enemy, Tracy was no longer worried.

Winnie and Savanna were both no match for her. And from now on, she‘d make sure there were no more women in Brandon‘s life. She‘d drive away any women that appeared.

That way, one day, Brandon would have to marry her.

Then Tracy started to imagine how she was wearing a white wedding dress and holding Brandon‘s arm as they walked into the marriage auditorium together.

“What are you doing here?”

Giselle came up and wanted to see Brandon since Debbie had told her that, ever since Brandon brought back Savanna‘s body, he kept staying with the body in the master bedroom, where the two of them once lived. It seemed like Brandon was not himself now.

But Giselle didn‘t expect to see Tracy here like this, who was standing at the door and smiling happily

Tracy‘s body shook as she turned her head slowly. Then she saw Giselle. Shivering, she said, “Nothing! Savanna is gone. And Brandon is staring at her body numbly. Therefore, I am worried about him.”

Giselle looked at Tracy suspiciously. The way she looked didn‘t suggest that she was worried at all. Or rather, it could be said that she was gloating or happy about a dream coming true.

In order to stop Giselle from wondering, Tracy changed the topic right away.

“There is something wrong with Brandon. Savanna is dead. She should be buried. But instead, Brandon brought her body back and even put it on the bed. Do you think that will bring bad luck?”

Giselle stared at Tracy without saying anything. After a while, Giselle spoke up, “Go down.“.

Since Giselle was still the master of the Cassel‘s house, Tracy did not dare to contradict Giselle, who was not her biological mother. Therefore, Tracy smiled slightly and said “Yes” before she turned around and hurried downstairs.

Seeing that Tracy had left, Giselle took the key from her pocket and opened the door.

The moment she entered, she smelled the pungent smell of smoke. Brandon was smoking. But other than his eyes slightly reddening, Brandon looked okay. It was just that he smoked way too many cigarettes, judging from the countless cigarette butts on the floor near him. Then Giselle

looked at the charred female corpse on the bed, which made Giselle‘s heart ache all at once..