Whispers of a Fleeting Life

Laura Thompson loved Ethan Blackwood for a decade.

In the end, it turned out to be nothing.

The bright moonlight shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on the bed.

On the large bed, the slender figure and the strong body were entwined together, lingering and poignant.

The mans huge palm suddenly pinched Lauras neck, then quickly tightened, and a pair of cold eyes burst out with a hateful light, as if he wanted to tear the woman under him to pieces.

"Laura, you deserve to die!"

The womans white jade-like small hands clenched tightly, and the white bedsheet was wrinkled messily, just like the womans beautiful eyebrows at this moment, which had not been relaxed for a long time.

Ethans voice without any temperature came into Lauras ears.

She knew, he hated her!

After the event, the man turned and walked into the bathroom, not even looking at the woman on the bed.

Laura endured the pain all over her body and got up, wrapped herself in a quilt, and curled up in the corner of the bed.

On the snow-white bedsheet, a few scattered red spots, like plum blossoms that bloom proudly in the silver-clad earth.

Married for three years, this is the first time Ethan Blackwood wanted her.

Ethan in the bathroom ignored Lauras feelings outside and desperately scrubbed his body, as if he had touched something extremely dirty.

The man took a bath, just casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and came out.

"Ethan." Laura spoke softly.

Ethan was too lazy to look at her and opened the wardrobe to change into a clean suit.

He was going to leave.

"Ethan, where are you going?"

This feeling of being taken and then abandoned is not good, and she doesnt want him to leave.

Ethan sneered at the corner of his mouth, and his cold voice was like a sharp ice pick, stabbing hard on Laura.

"Miss Thompson, understand your own position. You can only marry into the Blackwood family as a substitute for Lily."

"Dont really think of yourself as Mrs. Blackwood."

Dont really think of yourself as Mrs. Blackwood, dont really think of yourself as Mrs. Blackwood...

Yes, she is just because she looks exactly the same as Lily Thompson, so she is "fortunate" to be left as her substitute.

Otherwise, she should have been sent to prison by Ethan Blackwood long ago, and she would have to survive on her own.

Laura closed her eyes, really dont know whether to be glad.

Looking at the back of Ethan Blackwood leaving, Laura fell on the bed powerlessly.

Lily Thompson is dead, and she was killed by her.

Everyone says so.

But only she knows that she reached out to save her.

Suddenly, Ethans mobile phone rang.

"Mr. Blackwood, tonight is the Celia Jewelry press conference, and you need to come in person, and its best to bring Mrs. Blackwood with you..."

Laura clearly heard what the person on the other end of the phone was saying to Ethan Blackwood.

And the mans face was covered with a layer of haze, "I know."

"Ethan, can I..." Can you leave the villa?

She has been locked in this villa for half a year and is almost out of touch with the outside world. She wants to go out and breathe fresh air all the time.

Ethan heard the words, and his tone was merciless: "Dont dream, in everyones eyes, you are just a murderer. What qualifications do you think you have to appear at Celias press conference!"

The hope in Lauras eyes was like the stars that were scattered by the wind, and the light was gone in an instant.

She even felt a bit ridiculous.

Yes, what on earth is she longing for?

Even the jewelry is named after Lily, and she still foolishly thinks that Ethan Blackwood will really take you to the press conference.

Laura Thompson, sometimes dreams are just dreams. Dont indulge in what doesnt belong to you, or it will be troublesome if you cant wake up.