Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 I Am Your Husband 

The car stopped outside the hospital. 

Ashton got off the car immediately and hurried into the clinic building. 

When he entered and got out of the elevator, his mind was completely empty, and he didn’t even know how he got to 

the door of that ward. 

Rebecca stood in the corridor outside the ward, facing Ashton 

Obviously, she came here to watch a good show. With a smile on her face, Rebecca watched Ashton rushing forward and even staggering 

The thought of how excited, flustered, and out of control Ashton, who for three years had been expressionless and emotionless, would soon be, made Rebecca expectant and thrilled. 

Ashton didn’t look at Rebecca, and when he was almost in front of Rebecca, he turned and entered the ward. 

There was no one else inside. Deborah was sitting on the bed alone, watching television while eating an apple that 

Joseph had just peeled. 

Joseph went out to get her medicine. 

Deborah heard the rapid footsteps outside the door, thought it was Joseph who came in, and immediately looked sideways, but saw a somewhat strange man. 

After being stunned for a moment, Deborah thought about it in her mind and got a little impression. 

It seemed to be the person they called Mr. Mullen. 

Deborah was wondering whether she should greet Ashton, but thinking about the conflict between Ashton and Joseph not long ago, her tace and tone became a lot colder. “Mr. Mullen, have you gone to the wrong place?” 

Deborah pondered that Ashton must have come here because he still wanted to argue with Joseph. 

She believed that Ashton couldn’t come here for her. 

And Deborah thought that Ashton in front of her would go out directly since he didn’t see Joseph. 

But much to her surprise, Ashton showed a look of surprise and pain and strode towards her directly. 

His voice was flustered and full of disbeliet, “Debby.” 

He was very different now from the arrogant man who had clashed with Joseph in the design studio today. 

Ashton looked gentle and cautious as if he was afraid of breaking some beautiful dream and scaring the person as unreal as a bubble in front of him. 

Deborah didn’t react for a moment until Ashton came to her and suddenly stretched out his hand to rub her face with his fingertips. 

“Debby… Is it true? Or am I in a dream?” 

Deborah was startled and then came to her senses. 

She was flushed with anger, and regardless of the drip on her hand, she slapped Ashton in the face angrily. 

“Are you crazy? Don’t touch me!” 

Ashton was beaten unexpectedly. And because he didn’t expect that at all, he took a step back in embarrassment. 

Deborah hated him, and Ashton knew it very well. 

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And this slap made him feel more truly that the person in front of him was real and vivid, and it was Deborah who 

hated him so much. 

Ashton’s eyes turned red instantly, and he tried to grab Deborah’s trembling hand, 

“It didn’t hurt. Just hit me again if you want. Debby, I’m the one who hurt you so badly, I’m a jerk, and I’m so sorry for that. Hit me if it makes you feel better. I’m so glad that you’re alive. You’re alive…” 

Deborah could tell that the person in front of her was really out of his mind. 

At this moment, she had no time for her irritation now, for one of her hands was caught in his grip. So in a panic, she immediately rang the bell with her other hand. 

Ashton stared at her. Deborah hit him, but she didn’t seem to hate him. 

Instead, Deborah gave Ashton a totally uncomprehending and unfamiliar look. 

She never looked at him with such eyes before, no matter when she loved him or hated him. 

But with this look, it was as if Ashton was a passerby who had nothing to do with Deborah, a complete stranger who appeared out of nowhere. 

Deborah pretended to be calm and angrily reprimanded, “Get out. If you dare to come closer, I will call the police, and you will definitely end up badly!” 

Ashton seemed to be stimulated by her reaction. The more Deborah resisted, the more Ashton tried to approach again. 

Deborah got off the bed in a panic, and she was about to put on her slippers and run out when Ashton pulled her into 

his arms. 

“Debby, it’s so good to see you alive. You’re alive… I am really going crazy in the past three years.” 

Deborah struggled frantically and shouted incoherently, “Help, help! Joseph, Joseph! Joseph, help!” 

Rebecca stood outside the ward. With excitement in her eyes, she turned on her phone camera to take pictures as if watching a wonderful movie. 

Seeing the person at the door of the ward, Deborah seemed to have grasped a ray of hope, “Miss, please call the medical staff for me. I don’t know him. He seems to be out of his mind!” 

Ashton finally started to notice something was wrong. He let go of Deborah and looked down at her in disbelief. “Debby, what are you talking about?” 

At the door, Rebecca gloated and laughed. “Ashton, you haven’t noticed yet? Deborah forgot about you. In the past three years, she has regarded Joseph as her husband.” 

Deborah could see that the two were probably working together. They were both lunatics and not a word they said 

made sense to her. 

A doctor outside heard the movement and came in. 

Deborah was hugged by a strange man, and couldn’t help but feel nauseous. 

But Ashton became even more offensive. He suddenly pressed Deborah’s shoulder directly, leaned over, and bit her lips. 

Deborah finally reached for the fruit knife on the bedside table. 

Ashton felt the warmth on Deborah’s lips, and at last, he felt at ease. 

“Debby, I am…” 

Before Ashton could finish speaking, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. 

Deborah trembled wildly, and she plunged the knife into his shoulder and arm fiercely. 

The doctor rushed over and pulled away Ashton, who was wounded and looked dazed.