Alexander Johnson's hand rested on the phone screen, and he really couldn't help but want to curse directly.
But he couldn't, because if he replied with even one word, Chloe Simpson would know that he had made a note of all her accounts.
Alexander Johnson looked at those words one by one, not even knowing himself how he endured it.
The tightly clenched hand kept making cracking sounds.
That night, Alexander Johnson didn't sleep a wink.
Lucas Hughes, that bastard!
When Chloe Simpson woke up, her phone was still off.
She had no idea how many messages Lucas Hughes had sent her.
It was only when she turned on her phone that she realized Lucas Hughes had sent her so many messages.
As she looked at each message, her eyes became redder and redder.
Tears welled up in her eyes, ready to fall.
At this moment, Chloe Simpson was still immersed in the illusion of love created by Lucas Hughes.
