President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 751

A dull pain seared along with his heart.

Those dusty memories seemed to be awakened at that moment, which brought back all the misery he had experienced.

October 23, 2019

One night four years ago, a girl stood in the pouring rain and told him that she would come to him in four years.

Even though four years had passed, the memory of that night still haunted him.

Her clear eyes and determined look indelibly printed on his brain.

Lightly clad as she was, she remained calm and immovable, just as a leopard waiting for its moment, ready to strike a fatal blow.

Felix closed his eyes, recalling that night bit by bit.

After a while, he snorted with laughter.

He didn’t know whether he was laughing at himself or at her.

After a while, he finally opened his eyes, before his eyes were bright daylight. Then he turned and walked out without any hesitation.

At the same time.

There was another story 300 miles away in a women’s prison.

In a dank cell, a thin figure sat quietly on the bed.

Her head was bowed slightly, and her short hair flopped over her cheek. Her face was indistinct, but her delicate fair chin stood out.

The prison officer’s stern voice came from outside. “95201, there’s a call for you.”

She raised her head, revealing a comely cold face.

After a pause, she stood up.

The iron door clanged shut behind her. She held out her hands and let herself handcuffed before heading for the mailroom.

A row of landlines lay on a table in the mailroom. She went over and picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

“Hello.”

Her voice was hoarse but pleasant.

A clear female voice came from the other end of the phone and her voice was as clear as a bell. “Sister! You’ll be free tomorrow. Shall I pick you up?”

The girl was her half-sister, Sarah Dempsey.

Suddenly Queeny Horton’s mind went blank.

Perhaps she hadn’t heard her voice for too long, or possibly she didn’t expect anyone to contact her after four years in prison.

There was a long pause before she answered, “Okay.”

When she agreed, the voice on the phone grew more excited. “Uncle Clark’s son accidentally drowned last year. Did you know? He used to bully you. I told you, he deserved to die! Karma is real!”

Queeny thought for a few seconds before she remembered who Sarah was talking about.

The boy was her stepfather’s neighbor. When she was young, he had tried to get close to her because he liked her.

The boy was only two years older than her.

The feelings of teenagers were impulsive and awkward. He courted her for some time, and though she remained aloof, he didn’t give up.