It Was You

Chapter 782 Let Me Go With You

Standing in front of the bed, Martin's deep eyes were dark, and his heart, which was just the size of a palm, was beating wildly in his chest. He just looked at Cassandra quietly, as if he had lived for thousands of years in such a short time.

'What is forever?

What is real?'

All of a sudden, Martin didn't know whether it was true or not, but if all this was just his fantasy, he, a proud and lonely man, wanted to ignore everything and immerse himself in this fantasy for the rest of his life. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He hoped that for the rest of his life, he could see the person he loved dearly and care about her.

Martin reached out his hand and grasped her cold fingers. He pressed her fingers tightly against his chest. When her fingers suddenly touched Martin's fast beating heart, her pupils shrank slightly and she almost blurted out, "Martin!"

Martin seemed to have come to his senses. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at her with his dark eyes unblinkingly.

She had seen his eyes like this thousands of times. In the past, she only felt fear and resistance, but now, she felt particularly hot, as if she was wrapped in a burning flame, which could easily burn her to ashes.

If love was a strange circle that could not be walked out, she was willing to draw a circle as a prison now.

"Cassandra, do you know how scared I was?" His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his throat seemed to be blocked by lumps of cotton, making him unable to speak fluently.

Cassandra looked up, as if she had passed through her previous life and this life, through the life and death barrier. She looked at Martin quietly, smiled, and said, "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, I will never leave you again. I will never let you go even if you drive me away."

Although those memories were still intermittent and out of order, she still had a lot of doubts. What kind of entanglement was in those memories that had been deliberately forgotten was no longer important now.

Martin stared at her, his chest seeming to be cut by a thin blade, and the bitterness that had been suppressed for so many years seemed to be unbearable at once. He gritted his teeth tightly until a blood smell came from his mouth, and it was not until Cassandra half got up from the bed and was extremely weak. Holding his face with the hand inserted by the syringe, she shouted at him anxiously, "What are you doing?"

It was not until then that Martin came to his senses. With a frown between his eyebrows, he held Cassandra's hand and helped her to lie back on the bed. "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Cassandra was still angry, "Martin, can you take care of yourself first? What's wrong with you? How can you hurt yourself like this? Does it hurt? Where is Kevin? Let him check if you bit your tongue or not. "

Martin stared at her in silence. It was obvious that she said something harsh, but in his ears, it was the gentlest worry in the world, more than all beautiful music.

He must be crazy.

With a very light smile, Martin's dark eyes seemed to be flickering with two clusters of flames. He said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm used to it."

'It doesn't hurt. I'm used to it.'

His words were like a heavy thunder, hitting Cassandra's heart so hard that she almost burst into tears.

The huge room fell into a strange dead silence.

After a long time, Cassandra looked up at Martin helplessly and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you a fool? Martin, I won't let anyone bully you anymore. "

She seemed to have missed a lot. She couldn't accompany him in person to go through the darkest part of the journey.

Martin lowered his head and remained silent between the two.

Those dark and ruthless days of licking blood and being bullied seemed not so difficult to bear now. He trampled on the blood and bones to today step by step, and finally waited for the person he wanted.

No one would remember even if they were destined to be in the dead bones tomb.

As long as she remembered.

Martin finally let go of his defenses and his deep hostility. The coldness in his deep eyes faded away gradually. He just looked at her without a trace of murderous look, only endless infatuation.

"Cassandra, I love you."

In an instant, it was as if something had fallen into a dark and endless abyss. A thin white light lit up the darkest part of his heart, which seemed to have a purulent tumor. Now, a wound was finally poked open, and it was not possible to heal until the wound scabbed.

He thought he was destined to have a bad ending, and he never cared about what would happen to him, because this was his irresistible fate.

Fate pushed him on an endless road.

But from that moment on, he suddenly changed his mind. Even if he had to compete with the sky, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would have a try.

Cassandra's face went blank for a moment, as if she had heard the grievance and loneliness he had endured for more than twenty years in his words. Her heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and she could not breathe because of the pain.

Cassandra took a deep breath, held Martin's hand again, and said word by word, "Martin, I love you too, so let me go with you on the following path, okay?"

Cassandra was not stupid. Even if Martin asked her to take over some of the company's affairs, those dark secrets buried in the bottomless invisible abyss, Martin would never let her get involved in them.

Such as Dragon City and Lu City.

With the memory of her previous life, Cassandra could deduce some details, but they were just some fragments. Martin had always been a person who knew how to endure. What he didn't want Cassandra to know would definitely be flawless and without any clues.

His heart was buried deep in his chest.

Martin kept silent for a long time. His dark eyes stared at Cassandra's face carefully. He withdrew his hand from Cassandra's hand, spread it out and said in a hoarse voice, "Cassandra, my hands are stained with countless blood and people's lives. People like me are not clean from head to foot. If you insist on accompanying me, I'm afraid that one day I can't protect you anymore. At that time... By then... "

'What are you going to do then?'

He couldn't bear to say the last sentence.

At that time, he forcibly kept her by his side. He only wanted to accompany her for a period of time. Even if there was no result in the future, he would not have any complaints.

However, this woman liked him back. He was both happy and afraid. He was afraid that he had made too many sins in his life and that he and Cassandra would not end up well.

He would live and die for her, and betray the world for her, but he could not watch her suffer.