CHAPTER 61: BLINDING BLOODSTAIN

His eyes were clouded again, "Girl, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, but one day I'll make you confess. Although I have been blind, and I have never seen you, you can’t deceive me. If you cheat on my feelings, I will make you pay."

He was like an enraged lion, rampaging through her body. He would not have thought of loving a fragrant jade-like maid -- to have a tender heart for the fair sex.

Olive bit her lip hard. She looked at him with disbelief and sadness. Alan, I loved you so passionately. How can you doubt my feelings for you? What do you mean I lied to you? The people around you were really deceiving you.

Olive, I knew you wanted to run away from me, but even if you ran to the ends of the earth, you would never run away from me again in your life.

His slender fingers ran over her face, her eyes and her eyebrows, "don't look at me so innocently. You should regret saving me."

Regret it? She never thought, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Alan patted her face and said, "you just pretend to be stupid. Five years may have passed, but the landlord and the doctor who operated on me may still remember you."

He pulled out his phone and turned on the camera software. In fact, he already had a picture of her on his phone. He's taken from surveillance video. Alan never imagined that he would one day do such a naive thing himself. He felt uneasy.

Olive looked pale and tried to get out of the way, but her hands were tied, her feet were pressed by him, and she couldn’t hide from him except by burying her face in a pillow.

Alan held her face in his hands and he sneered, "are you scared?"

"No woman wants to be insulted like this by a man and be posed nude by a rapist who could later threaten her. Alan, if you shed your elaborate disguise, you are a beast in human attire." She provoked him with the vicious words. She was losing her confidence. She's scared. What if she's actually recognized?

Though the time had passed, and there were many lodgers and patients coming and going, whether they remembered her or not was hard to say. They might forget her, or they might remember her.

For example, she could clearly remember the faces of her landlord and Dr. David Kendrick.

Alan took a picture of her face. Then he took several pictures of her, "even if I am a beast in human attire, you're the reason I'm the way I am..."

But just then his eyes froze. His eyes rested somewhere on the bed sheet.

Olive followed his gaze and saw the bright red bloodstain somewhere between the bed sheet. She blushed with embarrassment. She had her period.

In fact, she only needed to calculate the time to know that these two days were near her period.

Alan looked at her doubtfully, "you...How did this happen?"

For no reason, she bled when he made love to her. Suddenly he remembered the feeling of being tightly wrapped when he rushed into her body, and this kind of feeling suddenly became clear.

Were her denials true and his instincts wrong? He stared at her in disbelief.

Olive's heart was full of mixed feelings. Perhaps, this was an opportunity to break up with him.

He has a fiancée he grew up with, while she met him only by chance.

Just let him hate and misunderstand her.

"How come? Alan, don't pretend to be innocent here with me. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, aren't you? Why make so many high-sounding excuses for yourself. You say your old love is unforgettable. Bah, these are your lies." Olive sneered. She deliberately deepened his doubts and led him in a certain direction.

He's a smart man, and he's not that gullible. If she said it too directly, he would see through her trick.

He felt uneasy inside. At the same time, he felt dull pain in his heart.

Alan's heart went cold, the fire went out in his eyes, and his eyes grew dark beyond measure. Was he really mistaken?

He stared at her as if to see her through.

With all his hope, he was like being poured cold water at this moment, feeling cold from head to foot. His eyes were pricked by the bright red bloodstain, which seemed to mock his self-righteous instincts ruthlessly and coldly.

She wasn't girl. That girl was already his woman, and had sex with him.

Olive couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on his face. She looked away, and she said sorry in her heart. She didn't mean it.

His slender and cold fingers seized her neck with such force that he seemed to strangle her, "why aren't you girl?"

Olive struggled to get a voice out of her throat, “I've been telling you since the beginning that I'm not that girl of yours. It's you. You're wishful thinking and you consider yourself always right. Alan, is it time for you to wake up from your drunkenness? Or, you did something bad, and you wanted to chop up a corpse and obliterate all traces? How many women have you cheated on in this way?” holds this content.

"You're the first." But he forced her.

He mistook her for someone else.

How ridiculous he was.