Telling Lies, loving you novel Chapter 217

Once the misunderstanding started, it was difficult to explain it clearly.

Scott had no choice but to go out.

When the door was closed, Michelle cried again. Outside, listening to Michelle's heartbroken cry, Scott's heart also ached.

Emily knew there was a misunderstanding between the two, but it was difficult to explain it clearly now.

After receiving the news, Olivia rushed over and pushed the door open. She saw her daughter curling up weakly on the bed, in a daze.

At that moment, as a mother, she felt extremely painful.

"Honey, I've heard from Scott that he didn't do it on purpose. Since you love him, why don't you understand him? "

After all, Olivia had experienced something, and she believed in Scott.

After getting along with each other for such a long time, Olivia was sure that Scott loved Michelle very much.

"Mom, you won't understand." Michelle didn't want to say too much, because she had lost too much. Now, what else could she say?

All she wanted now was to leave the city as soon as possible and live a normal life in a place where no one could find her.

Emily stood aside and looked at Michelle, who had been crying all night. Her heart clenched.

She knew Michelle very well. Once she made up her mind, it would be difficult to change it. She believed that this time, it was difficult for Michelle to choose to believe in Scott.

It was raining outside the window and the wind blew in. The rain fell on her face. It was cold.

Perhaps, her heart had been completely cold like this rain

At midnight, everyone was holding an umbrella and running on the path in the dark, with anxiety on their faces.

"Have you found Michelle?"

"No news."

"Where will she go?"

Michelle was missing. No one knew where she went and when she came out.

Everyone was worried that Michelle would take the opportunity to commit suicide. After two betrays of love, her heart had already died.

Scott drove the car at full speed in the dark night. Rain poured on his cold and serious face through the glass window.

"Michelle, where on earth are you?"

The colorful lights shone in every corner, and the strong rhythm beat the heart of people, shocking every restless soul.

In the blink of an eye, many faces intoxicated by alcohol, like trapped beasts with long teeth and claws, were ferocious and terrifying.

"Miss, you can't drink any more."

Michelle ignored the bartender's words. She lay weakly in front of the bar counter. Her smooth and delicate face was as red as a layer of powder, attracting other.

Michelle raised her head and took another gulp of wine. She said lazily, "come again."

Michelle knew better than anyone else that the one who gave her heart first would lose.

Michelle only felt endless grievance in her heart, and the bitterness in her chest surged up one circle after another. Perhaps only in this way could she could forget the heart wrenching pain.

Thinking of this, Michelle picked up the glass again and gulped it down.

Since Emily was not there, no one stopped her. She drank the wine numbly, and her tears slid down the corners of her eyes to her mouth. It was salty

Michelle bent over the table weakly, her eyes wandering. Suddenly, her phone on the table vibrated, and it was a message.

She tried hard to unlock the phone, her sight was blurred. But she still sent a message.

"I got a reply. Let me see..."

As soon as Emily received the message, she immediately opened it, only to find that the replies were all inexplicable text symbols. Subconsciously, she knew that Michelle must be drunk.

"Auntie, Michelle must be in the bar."

"Okay, let's move to there."

Judging from Michelle's condition, she wouldn't go far. At least, she was not in the mood to sit in a taxi and look out of the window.

After being informed, Scott immediately turned the steering wheel and drove in the opposite direction.

Michelle, who had drunk a lot, felt a pain in her head. Her head was heavy and her feet were weak. She grabbed her bag and wanted to go out, but she couldn't tell where the exit was.

She staggered forward, trying to keep awake with her last consciousness.

There were too many people in the bar. Before she could walk steadily, she bumped into a person. Before she could see the person, she grabbed him and said, "take me out of here quickly."

Michelle didn't know what her words meant in the bar. The man she bumped into was about twenty years old. He squinted and looked at her up and down.

A cunning light flashed through the man's eyes, and a snicker appeared on the corner of his mouth. He quickly put his hand on her waist and said, "Okay, I'll take you out now."