Love Has its Will by Selena Lewis novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Seeing that Brandon remained silent, Giselle sighed, “Sometimes, mental abuse is worse than physical abuse. You don‘t know women. Maybe you think you have given her whatever she wanted and that is enough. But that‘s not what women want. I am a woman. Therefore, I naturally understand Savanna. She was sensible and did things appropriately. Plus, every time she saw you, her eyes shone. This is why I chose her to be your wife in the first place.”.

Then Giselle‘s expression turned from calmness into grief and indignation. “Since I don‘t have a happy marriage, I thought it would be nice if you had. But I never thought that things would end up

like this. I hate Harris‘guts, but I also love him a lot. To me, Harris is like a dream unreachable to me. I saw myself in Savanna. That was why I tried every means to stop you and Winnie. What you have toward Winnie isn‘t love at all. It‘s guilt. You felt guilty for her lost legs. Therefore, you protected her so well, which hurt Savanna badly. It‘s all my fault. I failed to teach you well since I was too caught up in my sad marriage.”

As she spoke, Giselle‘s eyes turned red. She wiped the tears on her face. Then she left.

Giselle regretted that she didn‘t tell Brandon all this earlier. That way, maybe Savanna would not have died, and Brandon would have known how he truly felt. That would make them a happy couple.

Brandon clenched his fists. His eyes were frighteningly red and looked rather ruthless. Giselle‘s words kept repeating in his mind, “Savanna loved you so much that she humbled and lost herself. But you kept messing around with Winnie. That hurt Savanna a lot.”

“Are Giselle‘s words true?”

He asked Savanna, who was lying on the bed.

Of course, Savanna would not answer him. With a chuckle, he smiled bitterly. Then his eyes were filled with regret.

“Why didn‘t you tell me that you liked me?”

Noticing that the corpse remained silent, Brandon, with grief, pulled the corpse into his arms and said affectionately.

“Don‘t leave me anymore.”

The days without Savanna were bleak.

Savanna was the sun in Brandon‘s life. But now the sun would no longer rise...

Sensing that Savanna was lving in his arms obediently without moving, Brandon started to calm

himself. He wiped away the tears on his face and moved his fingers around the black corpse‘s face. He touched the corpse very lightly, with his tears dripping from his eyes onto the corpse‘s face and then splashing.

Then he said in a very soft voice, “Savanna, are you hungry? I’m going to cook for you.”

After putting down the corpse gently and covering “her” with a blanket, Brandon went downstairs to the kitchen.

Debbie was drying Mandel‘s clothes when she heard the sound of footsteps. Noticing that it was Brandon, Debbie became happy. And just when she was about to go to Giselle so as to tell Giselle about Brandon, something was thumping from the kitchen.

Debbie hurried to get to the kitchen.

It turned out that Brandon was cutting some vegetables there in a hurry. There were some utensils on the ground, but Brandon seemed to be too busy to pick them up.

And then the pot was fuming.

Afraid that the pot might get on fire, Debbie, frightened, quickly rushed forward to turn off the fire.

After having finished cutting the vegetables, Brandon turned around, only to see that Debbie had turned off the fire. His face darkened all at once. Then he scolded in a low voice, “What are you doing? I am cooking for Savanna. Leave me alone.”

Cooking for Savanna? That scared Debbie a lot.

Debbie didn‘t come back to her senses until quite a while. By then, Brandon had already finished cooking and brought the dishes upstairs.

Debbie was so frightened that her face turned pale. She rushed into Giselle‘s room. “Madam, Mr. Cassel just fixed a meal for Savanna and had brought it into the room.”

Hearing this, Giselle looked pale as well.

With a thud, she slid to the ground.

Debbie exclaimed as she reached out to help Giselle up to the chair.

“How miserable!”

Giselle was so sad.

Brandon had gone crazy.

Meanwhile, Brandon brought the food into the room and said to Savanna, who was in bed, “I made

your favorite dish, which is steak. Get up and have some.”

After putting the tray on the glass table, he walked to the bed, reached out to throw over the quilt, and then picked Savanna up.

Then he began to feed Savanna with a spoon, but Savanna did not open her mouth. He, anxious, then said affectionately in his hoarse voice, “Savanna, it‘s delicious. It wasn‘t the servant who

But Savanna still remained motionless. Brandon didn‘t realize that Savanna was gone until now.

Giselle‘s voice came through, sounding very urgent. “Brandon, Avery is very ill now. I think he‘s about to pass away.”