ban heartbeat in thriller

Chapter 62 From Hell (28)

"Eric."

Zhao Yutang emphasized his tone, calling the kitten by name just like when he wanted to hurt the kitten, "Turn around, Eric."

The beam of a strong flashlight flashed among the shadows of the trees, and the police who were searching secretly were almost at the place.

Eric turned away in the eerie silence, ridiculous, he couldn't refuse her no matter what.

The knife stabbed the main artery just now, and blood was splashed on his fair and delicate face. Against the background of the blood, the dark green became terrifying like a beast. Eric seemed to realize it, and turned his face away in embarrassment.

At this moment Eric almost wanted to escape, he could no longer expose his cruel self to her eyes as he did when he was a child, and he thought of his mother's gray and dilapidated face again, and thought of Al's long speech.

His mother is a call girl with lovers, his father is a psycho killer, and Eric, what will become of him?

What would Zhao Yutang think of him like this?

The young man turned his face halfway, with veins all over the side of his neck. He clenched his fists tightly, thinking of something, his eyes were gloomy, and his rose-colored lips lost their luster, like a flower that had lost its vitality.

Zhao Yutang didn't want to see him like this.

She sighed softly, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his eyes, "Eric, remember my words, you never came here tonight."

Eric's eyelashes trembled, as if he couldn't understand her words, his anxious eyes fell, and the corners of his eyes were red.

"Jade--"

He still had a lot to say, wanted to ask her if she wanted him, and why she came here, but his throat was dry and sore, his chest was stuffy, the blood in his body seemed to be stagnant, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Eric could only feel the stickiness in the palm of his hand, and the thick blood was still hanging on his face, he was at a loss under Zhao Yutang's gaze.

The young man's uneasy expression was particularly obvious. He kept a cold face most of the time, and rarely expressed his emotions so straightforwardly, perhaps even he himself didn't realize it.

Zhao Yutang stood on tiptoe and gave him a soft kiss.

The soft and warm touch revived Eric's senses, and he heard the girl's calm voice, "Eric, go home, Mrs. Smith will take care of you."

He was like a controlled puppet, walking forward uncontrollably, and the moment he turned around, he understood Zhao Yutang's purpose, and the blood in all his limbs and bones boiled again.

Eric could no longer take a step forward, the soft kiss was still lingering on his lips, he just wanted to hug her, and waited for the punishment from heaven regardless.

But Zhao Yutang didn't allow it.

Her voice was calm, calm, as always, "Eric,"

"Go forward, don't look back."

She clearly knew that Eric could not refuse herself, and that was exactly the case, and Eric walked into the forest step by step.

She didn't know that this night, the beast transformed into a lamb, and the young man who turned his back on her and left almost wanted to cry.

[Host, is it worth doing this? 】

Zhao Yutang quickly removed the footprints on this side and all the traces that might expose Eric, took off his coat, rubbed the wound on the ground, and at the same time held the bloody knife.

The strong light of the flashlight came over, and she squinted her eyes.

"of course."

Eric was brought back from a crooked path by her, and was protected by Mrs. Smith. She would never allow a scum like Al to stain his life.

Eric would never be allowed to become like his father.

(End of this chapter)