Torn Between Love and Hate novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 His Arm Around Her Walst 

Chandler collapsed on the ground, his face twisted in a hideous expression 

He was in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing snake, remained fixed on Joseph as he walked out the door 

sclousness, but his eyes, like those of a venomot 

He was forbidden to touch Deborah, but one day, he was determined to personally end that woman’s life! 

The entire living room was filled with the stench of blood. Joseph picked up his coat and put it back on, but there was 

no trace of blood on him. 

No one else will know what happened here tonight. 

As for Chandler, it he were to make a tuss, he would say that Joseph broke both of his legs. 

No one would believe that 

Everyone knows that Chandler has a disability in both legs, which happened many years ago. 

Over the years, it has never been truly cured. 

After leaving this place, Joseph went straight back to the hospital. 

When I entered Deborah’s hospital room, she was still sound asleep, and it seemed like she hadn’t woken up at all in the middle of the night. 

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he saw her, he felt a little afraid that she might discover something. 

He had changed his clothes and was sitting on the edge of the bed, lifting his arm to smell himself. 

I always feel like there’s still a strong scent of blood, and it’s so intense that Deborah would see right through it. 

Deborah once said that what she loved most about him was his gentle and magnanimous nature. 

Perhaps subconsciously, she still remembered how Ashton had once mercilessly hurt her. 

So she likes gentle and easygoing people. 

Sometimes, when Joseph puts on a cold face, she would get angry. 

But Joseph knew that she wasn’t actually angry; instead, she was subconsciously afraid. 

So he couldn’t help but think that if she saw the bloodstains on him, she would definitely not like it. 

I always feel uneasy inside, as it my conscience is extremely guilty. 

After some thought, he decided to get up again and asked the driver outside to bring him a fresh set of clothes. He then took the clothes and headed to the bathroom. 

Before entering the bathroom, he leaned over the bed towards Deborah and gently touched her forehead. 

Her face was somewhat flushed, looking a bit like she had a fever. 

The temperature on his forehead was normal, which put him at ease as he entered the bathroom.. 

Deborah lay in bed, half-asleep, when she suddenly telt someone touching her face. 

Her eyelashes trembled, feeling as it the hand covering her face had left, yet it seemed as though it hadn’t. 

Her head began to ache, the pressure making it hard for her to breathe. 

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Faint footsteps echoed around, their sound constantly ringing, sometimes far, sometimes near, 

It seemed as if it was in a faraway place, yet also felt as if it was right next to her. 

My head is throbbing with pain, and my throat is incredibly dry. 

It seemed like a long time had passed, and she wanted to wake up but couldn’t. She tried hard to open her eyes, but no matter what, she just couldn’t do it. 

Her consciousness gradually blurred once again, and she fell into a deep slumber. 

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly jolted awake. 

Eyes suddenly wide open, I find myself lying in my bedroom. 

The ceiling above is a pristine white, accompanied by a dazzling crystal chandelier. 

Everything around her felt completely unfamiliar, yet at the same time, it seemed incredibly familiar. 

It’s as if I once lived here every day, experiencing daily life in this place. 

She reached out for the bedside table and found her phone. 

Hastily lighting up the phone screen, a group photo was prominently displayed on it. 

The three of them looked at her, causing her breath to catch and her mind to buzz with a humming sound. 

Up above, it was Ashton with her, along with a little girl who was about three or four years old. 

Ashton’s face was expressionless, yet one hand was wrapped around her waist, while the other held Alyssa. 

Alyssa tilted her head and sneakily touched his face, while Deborah laughed with a mix of happiness and shyness, 

Deborah stared at the phone screen, the three people in the group photo looking so lively, 

It seemed as it, with just a few more glances, the family of three would step right out of the photo. 

Deborah suddenly felt a surge of fear, as if she was holding a hot potato, and abruptly threw the phone away. 

The phone was thrown to the ground, bouncing back up before falling down again. 

Deborah’s face turned pale as she hurriedly scrambled to get out of bed. 

She was clearly asleep in the hospital room, so where was this place, and how did she end up here? 

Her vision was somewhat blurry, and her mind was filled with confusion. 

Just as I got up and stepped out of bed barefoot, I was caught off guard by the sound of a door being twisted open. 

Deborah’s body stiffened, alarm bells ringing in her head. She immediately turned her gaze towards the direction of 

the sound. 

The bathroom door swung open, and she watched wide-eyed as Ashton stepped out from within. 

He emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist, carrying a misty aura. Water droplets slid down his collarbone, disappearing into his lower abdomen. 

He had the same expressionless face as in the photo he and Deborah had just seen.