Why?


    Why is this happening? Why?


    Adriana was chilled, a chill down her back, she hugged her shoulders, rubbed her arms one by one, and couldn’t get herself warmed up for a long time.


    In the end, she walked helplessly to the living room, took down a bottle of red wine from the wine cab and returned to the room, drinking alone.


    Pulling open the curtains, he found that snowkes had fallen outside.


    And there is still a person standing under the street light, despite the distance is a bit far, but can still find that figure is so familiar.


    He, not yet gone.


    A ss of wine into the belly, can not be a solution to the heart of the sorrow.


    Adriana drank a few more sses, but in three or two shots, a ss of wine was finished.


    She was dizzy, talking about going to the living room to get the wine, but walking, she walked out of the living room, took the elevator downstairs and walked to the small area.


    Slip on slippers, wear a thin sweater, and even leave your jacket at home.


    Standing in the open air, the cold wind was bitterly cold and snowkes were flying all over the sky, falling on her hair, shoulders and neck, shivering with cold.


    One step, one step, go over there.


    The man wore a trench coat, one hand ced in the pocket of the suit, one hand holding a cigarette, leaning on themppost, dim light, snowkes flying, his clothes flying, is very beautiful a painting.


    But how could Adriana be in the mood to enjoy a beautiful painting?


    Stumbling and stumbling, he walked up to Peter and grabbed him by the cor.


    The man is looking up at the sky, contemting.


    The little woman suddenly appeared, so his heart was immediately happy, but looking at her all drunken, wretched appearance, suddenly face gloomy down.


    “Why are you wearing so thin?”


    Peter disregarded the cor that she grabbed, and instead put the windbreaker over her body and gathered it together, “It’s cold, you wear less, easy to catch a cold.”


    Adriana didn’t struggle and let him wrap her in the trench coat.


    The eyes unblinkingly looked at the handsome and peerless man in front of him, with a well-defined face, deep features, handsome like a man who came out of a picture scroll in the English style.


    A knitted brows, a smile, a hand are deep into the bone.


    Naive, it is such a man that she can not love and suffer.


    “Adri, what’s wrong with you?”


    Peter saw that Adriana was a little out of sorts and asked with concern.


    Adriana raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, over his cheek, her index finger rubbing his contours, her eyes moistening a little.


    Swallowing, she asked, “Was it a conspiracy when you appeared before me with injuries neen years ago?”


    At the abrupt question, Peter frowned and shook his head, “I forgot.”


    “Ten years ago, you approached me with two million dors to give birth to a child for you, why was it that I was the one you chose in a sea of people?”


    Adriana’s hand clutching his cor tightened a little, unable to suppress the tension with each of Peter’s mood swings.


    “Why don’t you say anything? Answer me, answer me, huh?”


    Although Peter was silent for only a few seconds, it seemed like centuries to Adriana.


    “Forget it.”


    The same answer as the previous question.


    Peter didn’t cheat on Adriana, he really forgot.


    There are all the memories of Adriana, all forgotten.


    With an ident a few years ago, forgotten cleanly andpletely.


    Unbiased, only forgetting her Adriana.


    “Really, all the memories of me you have forgotten. So let me ask you again, did Rnd and his wife Courtney of the Soto family kill you, The Alston family? Did The Alston family carry away their newly born child twenty-seven years ago?”


    These are questions that Peter could not have been unaware of.


    He was a few years older than her, and the most promising heir to The Alston family, wise, intelligent and gifted.


    In the mall, everything is nned, this kind of man can not be ignorant of his family’s affairs.


    Adriana expected that Peter must know.


    If he still says he doesn’t know, then he must be lying.


    Despite having some wine, the head is a little groggy, but the thoughts are as clear.


    Peter converged his eyebrows, hesitated in this question for a few seconds, his thin lips lightly opened and said, “Yes, it is.”


    A simple answer that is concise.


    No otherwise, admit it truthfully.


    Adriana jerked her eyes up to meet his gaze and abruptly stiffened, “What did you say? Yes?”


    Unbelievably wide-eyed, unblinking look at the man in front of him, kept shaking his head.


    How did this happen?


    How can this be?


    Just at the moment when Old Mr. Soto and Harlee told her the truth, she kept telling herself that it was all fake and a lie.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    This matter has nothing to do with The Alston family.


    But now even Peter himself has admitted it.


    At this moment, Adriana does not know how she should react, but she really feels the feeling of her heart like a knife.


    The heart seems to be a sharp knife, one by one cut, blood dripping,nguage is not enough to describe the pain there.


    She shook her head, extremely resistant to the truth.


    The slow motion, as if a slow-motion y.


    “So it was The Alston family’s idea to get close to me neen years ago? Was getting me to have a baby part of your calctions?”


    Why is that?


    Adriana had her hand over her heart, tearing her heart out in pain.


    The drunkenness that was still slightly intoxicating is now gone.


    Why?


    “Adri, I …”


    Even though Peter didn’t understand why Adriana looked like this, he heard what she said and could rte to everything.


    Just a few of Peter’s own surprises.


    He stepped forward and took her hand, “Listen to my exnation. It’s not what you think, Adri, I …”


    “Get out, don’t touch me!”


    Adriana yelled, “What’s it like if it’s not like that? Peter! Peter! Peter!!!”


    She gritted her teeth and called his name, her hands hanging at her side clenched tightly together.


    The chest rose and fell in anger, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart, his harsh eyes red at him, and his tone was calm and low: “Stay away from me, and don’t let me see you from now on! Never!”


    Adriana turned around and walked away.


    Peter stepped forward and took her hand, “Why don’t you listen to my exnation?”


    The little woman turned back, her scarlet bloodshot eyes slightly narrowed, “Exnation? Sorry, there’s no need.”


    The matter hase to this, there is no need to exin.


    How could Adriana still have illusions about him?


    Only now did she realize that Peter had never loved her, but it was just a deliberate conspiracy.


    When you think about it, you still have feelings for him and how ridiculous, howical.


    Whew…


    The cold wind whistles, like theugh of thete night spirits, eerie and seeping.


    For Adriana, it was more like a relentless mockery of her, of how stupid and naive she was.


    “Adri, regardless of the past, but the feelings I have for you now are real.”


    Peter walked up to her and blocked her way, taking her hands and gazing at her withplicated and painful eyes, “The feelings for the two children are also true.”