Please Let Me Go novel Chapter 33

Adelaide collapsed on the edge of the bed all of a sudden.

How did things get to this point? She had never thought of hurting anyone, but why were they never satisfied?

First it was Clarissa, then it was Antonio, and finally it was Channing.

While she was lying on the bed fully awake, here came Hanna’s call. Adelaide took a deep breath, adjusted her mind, and slid to answer.

"Hey! Adelaide, it's Hanna!"

The sweet female voice was like a pleasant oriole, chasing away Adelaide's morning discomfort.

She raised a fond smile and nodded habitually even without actually seeing Hanna in person, then asked well-temperedly,

"I know, what's up?”.

Hanna hesitated for a moment and was unsure about how to tell her,

"Adelaide, your husband isn't home today right? Why don't I pick you up at your house, so we can go out for a walk?"

Adelaide pondered. She indeed had not hanged out with her friend for a long time. Moreover, staying at home was really boring. The most annoying thing was Clarissa and Antonio’s quarrels from time to time exhausted her. Neither silence nor a tolerance could let these two stop “attacking” her.

On the contrary, they seemed to be more than happy to do so.

If things continued like this, she assumed that she might suffer from a serious depression and need to see a psychotherapist in the end.

She was way too depressed!

However, the pain in her heart had nowhere to get released.

Finally, she yelled at Antonio this morning, because she was almost pushed to the limit. She would suffocate herself if she did not break out.

Adelaide nodded again,

"Sure, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You used to treat me for dinner, so let me be the host today."

At her response, Hanna giggled with amusement,

"Well, I'm going to eat you alive then, wait for me at home and I'll come get you."

"Good."

The phone hanged up on the other side.

Adelaide regained her mood and went to the bathroom to wash herself up. Her eyes were red because of Antonio. After putting a towel with cold water on both eyes for a while, the redness and swelling gradually subsided. She patted her face and put a big smile on her face in the mirror.

Her white T-shirts had a “lucky girl" printed on it.

The jeans bought a few months ago didn’t fit at all. She did not dare to take a deep breath to force the pants on, and frustratedly put the jean back into the wardrobe and rummaged to dig out a light blue dress.

Considering the baby in her tummy, she moved the elastic of the skirt all the way up to her ribs so it woud not strangle the baby.

When she went downstairs, Damla was already back and cooking in the kitchen. Seeing her so formally dressed, she busily wiped her hands on the apron and ran out to ask.

"Young lady, I'm cooking dinner, are you going out?"

She usually wore a faded nightgown at home, and one can hardly imagine she was wife to a wealthy man.

In comparison, her outfit was much more formal today. With her hair tied up in a high ponytail and her bangs falling loose on her forehead, she looked very girlish.

Besides, even though she was pregnant, her belly was showing her pregnancy, so probably no one would suspect it even if they were told that she was a teenager.

"Yes. I am going out."

She faintly replied while walking to the entrance and was about to change her sneakers. At the same time, she heard Damla cursing at her when turning around, so she returned menacingly and blocked in front of Damla's face,

"You're just a babysitter hired by Antonio. We respect you considering how long you have been working in the family, so don't mess up, or you will be dismissed at any time!"