Chapter 734


    “Chichi, are you hungry?” Ashlynn hurriedly fed it as soon as she got home.


    She could only give Chichi one meal in the morning and one in the evening because of her job.


    ‘Honey, why are you doing this to me? Are you satisfied now that I’m dead?‘


    ‘Ashlynn, look at me. I’m covered in blood. You can touch and feel if it is blood.’


    ‘Ashlynn, you sent me to jail. I will haunt you even if I am dead!‘


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    ‘Ashlynn!‘


    “Ahh!” Ashlynn woke up from the nightmare, sweating profusely and trembling with fear.” It’s not my


    fault… It’s not me, no…no…”


    “Woof!”


    Ashlynn was so scared that she covered her head with her hands. She finally returned to her senses


    after hearing Chichi’s bark. She stared nkly at Chichi and her rental room, calming herself down


    slowly.


    She said while taking Chichi in her arms, “I’m sorry. I scared you, didn’t I? I had a nightmare. He


    appeared in my dream again. I haven’t had a dream like that for a long time……”


    Every day after Salvatore’s execution, she was haunted by nightmares, and it took five years for her to


    escape from them.


    She thought she would not have nightmares anymore.


    However…


    Ashlynn felt so confused when she thought of the ‘Mr. Lloyd‘ in front of the hospital.


    ‘What if Salvatore didn’t die?‘


    Ashlynn took a day off from work after receiving permission from Anne. She went to Athetin, the city


    she never wanted to set foot in again and the city that gave her too much heartbreak.


    She went straight to Salvatore’s graveyard.


    She had never been here since she buried him.


    It had been five years, but the tomb was still frightening.


    Ashlynn ced the flowers she brought on his tomb. “Salvatore, if there is another life, I am willing to


    use mine in exchange for your beautiful and happy life. Let’s just end it like this…”


    She was afraid.


    The trauma of Salvatore’s death had long since taken root in her heart, or else she would not have


    been scared when she saw someone simr to him.


    If she could, she would never want to be involved with anything rted to Salvatore again. Suddenly,


    she heard a whoosh sound behind her. She was so scared that fell to the ground.


    Looking back, she saw a ck crow preaching on the treetop. Its round eyes looked at her.


    Ashlynn was so frightened that she dared not to stay for a second longer. She left in a hurry.


    After that, she went to the police station and looked for the officer who used to be in charge of


    Salvatore’s case. She brought him a cup of coffee.


    “Yes, I saw a man who looks exactly the same as Salvatorein in Luton, but he drives a Bintley and


    wears sses. His vibe ispletely different from before, but they really do look alike!” Ashlynn


    described the man to him.


    The officerughed. “There’s nothing strange in the big world, so it’s nothing to be surprised about if


    there is someone who looks simr to him. I know what you’re thinking, but I can tell you certainly that I


    witnessed Salvatorein’s execution with my own eyes.”


    Ashlynn’s fingers twitched.


    The officer said, “You also came to collect the ashes yourself at that time. You didn’t forget that, right?”


    Ashlynn shook her head. “No……”


    After getting a confirmation from the officer, Ashlynn felt calmer.


    However, deep down, the scar formed by the incident still existed.


    She and Salvatore grew up in the slums of Athetin, where life was a mess.


    There were so many gangsters, and Salvatore was one of them.


    Her first encounter with him began with an umbre.


    He was beaten by his drunken father, left with cuts and bruises, and chased out like a dog in an


    alleyway.


    He was in a terrible state, drenched by the heavy rain.


    Ashlynn, who was carrying an umbre, passed by and saw him. She stood by his side and took him


    under her umbre.