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CHAPTER 20: Wyatt and Astrid's breakup!
Before the accident, three years ago.Twenty-seven-year-old Callaway, wearing a black hoodie, adjusted the normal mask to hide his identity as his face down entered the small, authentic cafe. High school students, workers, and couples are walking along the streets. Some college girls are taking selfies at a cafe, laughing and chatting happily, while others are engaged in different activities. As soon as he stepped his leg inside, the coffee's blending aroma hit his nostrils directly. Calloway silently settled near the corner glass window table. His eyes immediately found the table he was looking for. Before the second table, Astrid was sitting silently, her hands wrapped so tightly around a coffee cup, and sipping a coffee like bitter guard juice. Her eyes were swollen, puffiness around the eyelids, rimmed with red from last night's cries, her cheeks were strained purple with pink, and her fingers were trembling on the wooden table. Observing her," When will Aldric arrive?" he wonder
CHAPTER 19: I need replacement
Wyatt's room was dimly lit as he leaned against the peach-coloured couch-styled sofa, and he rubbed his hand over his forehead, processing the last memories. "Why do I feel tired even though I took an energy tablet?" he whispered to himself. The hopelessness of his current life is clearly etched."Calloway walked toward the sofa, reflecting an infinite aura as he sat at the other edge. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked, breaking the tension."Nope!" Wyatt's voice lowered, watching the tiny crack on the ceiling. "No. I get it now."It's not completely your fault," he admitted, a painful smile tugging on his lips. "But our memory isn't! I am just curious about that day. What really happened between Astrid and me?" Calloway closed his eyes and leaned back slightly, seeking rest from the long run. "I swear, I tell you, after my mission, once I have saved her," he assured."Okay.... If you say so, there must be a reason..." Wyatt smiled back, adding a small hope and trust to his face.Ch
CHAPTER 18: I am scared!
The report proves it, Chief. A+ blood on a person with O-type," Lee said, placing the files and reports on the table."But our question is how the person can be able to travel the five hundred kilometers in just ten minutes," another presentation, Henry raised the critical question, letting the disbelief hang in the air.A flood of confusion murmurs begins, and every other officer exchanged glances in disbelief.Ewan raised a hand, and the chatter died down instantly, interrupting the murmurs. "Are you sure about the data and reports?" he cross-checked. Lee nodded in strong agreement as he displayed the forensic report on the screen. "Yes, sir.... we are one hundred percent confirmed. We can be sure that those crimes were done by a single person," Henry confirmed and stood on their statement strongly.Ewan remains silent, his mind racing. How is this possible? Is it a distraction? He was already working through a dozen possibilities and figuring out the scenes.Next, Henry changed t
CHAPTER 17: Victim Alive!
The opposite man was huge and strong, and he had boxing skills. That's why Reaper 8 can't handle him single-handedly." Richard paused, a dejected expression clearly etched on his face like a deep, tangled forest. "Unluckily, during the fight, Reaper 8 got shot. He lost a lot of blood," he explained, displaying the image of Reaper 8 on the tablet."Then where's he now?" Edward asked, still in a chilling monotone with no emotion on his face."He! Our medical team is already working on surgery to extract the bullet. He will be alright, but it took several days to recover from the wound."Edward remains silent, processing the fight briefly like an outline page. "Does he leave any trace on there?" he enquired."If my assumption is correct, he definitely leaves evidence." Richard lowered his tone in mortification of their first mistake. "Accidentally, he left his weapon during the fight and his blood stains. They'll probably find his DNA and his identity soon." He reported turning off the t
CHAPTER 16: Trust is the key to life.
No!!!!!!!!"The scream tore from Wyatt's throat, a raw sound echoing through the entire ICU hall. Now, the screams and weeping faded into a silent room. Wyatt's tear-strained eyes slowly fluttered open, not in excitement, but with the dread of a returning nightmare.His breath hitched in a slight gasp as he stared at the ceiling, without any hope for his life. He remained silent, feeling completely broken with the guilt of himself. His body paralyzed in bed, he refused to move when he realized the hunting image of Astrid's blood-strained face. A single tear flowed down the temple to the earlobe; his heartbeat slowed in miserable pain. "No! No... It's not real!" He whispered in tightly, his soul not accepting the death."Why? Why!!!!!! I let her go... What have I done to break her?" He asked himself and became a face of depression. The time passed, he didn't wake up and sank into trauma and tied himself into the thoughts, just spending his entire day in bed like a coma patient.A flicke
CHAPTER 15: She is no more!
Wyatt immediately snapped back to his seat. "Ash... You scared me. God!!! I thought you were unconscious... "Yes, I was." She flipped her head slightly and leaned against him. Her eyes didn't blink, fixed on his deeply. "Do you want to try?" her voice lowered, husky-toned."Huh!" An innocent gasp escaped Wyatt's lips, "What?" a faint heat rising to his cheeks.Astrid's breath increased gradually when his warm exhale brushed her skin. A playful, flirtatious smirk played on her lips."Stop....Astrid, you must be..." Before he could finish his sentence, her lips covered his. Without waiting, his lips occupied hers, claiming hers with a tender urgency. Then, his hand gently moved over her waist, pulling her closer to him. His other hand reached up to her neck, tenderly combing back her wavy hair. She crumpled his ironed shirt in shyness as he drew even nearer, leaving no space between them. As their kiss deepened, everything around them – the car, the mansion, the guard – was a blur, beco
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