From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 1610

Chapter 1610: 703 Love Parting (Ending Part 1)_12 Chapter 1610: 703 Love Parting (Ending Part 1)_12 “Resist, resist this unfair fate, as humans have desires, what is the desire in your heart?”

Isabella Foster’s tone carried a gentle temptation, easily entrancing people.

“Is it your family, your friends, you…

the person you are thinking about at this very moment.”

She tempted, dragging the innocent soul into the smoky haze of the world.

“That is your destiny, not mine.”

The young lady in white clothes calmly looked at her, shattering Isabella Foster’s temptation with the calmest voice.

The dust in front of her gradually dispersed, and Isabella Foster looked at her in disbelief.

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“Why…?”

Before she could finish, Isabella Foster turned into a puff of white smoke and flew into the young lady’s body.

Anton Cook saw Aubree Groove holding a wooden comb and standing quietly, as if she was in a trance.

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Unconsciously, both Vincent Linggo and Anton Cook dared not disturb her.

Aubree Groove suddenly staggered, seemingly unstable, Anton Cook immediately held her waist, and Aubree Groove fell into his arms.

Aubree’s face was excessively pale, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her dark pupils gently fell on Anton Cook’s face, somewhat dazed.

She reached out her hand, caressing Anton Cook’s cheek, the tenderness in her eyes seemed to drown him.

Anton Cook’s body suddenly shivered, breathing hastily.

Four eyes met, and at that moment, the entire time and space seemed to have stopped.

Watching this scene, a thought flashed through Vincent Linggo’s mind, and he suddenly had a bold guess.

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Arriving at Lostswa, layers of snow were floating in the air.

The ground was also draped in a thin layer of frosty snow.

Anton Cook took off his coat and wrapped it around Aubree Groove, and they both walked out of the airport.

After leaving the museum, the two did not say a word to each other.

On the plane, there was absolute silence.

Aubree Groove walked out of the airport, looking up at the snowflakes in the sky, lost in thought.

“Anton Cook, today is my birthday.”

Anton Cook pulled at her sleeves: “It’s too cold outside, let’s talk about it when we get home.”

Aubree Groove’s pale face looked a bit unusual, one could even say that she had been acting strangely the entire journey.

Anton Cook had an uneasy feeling in his heart.

“I want a birthday gift.”

Anton Cook immediately perked up his ears, “As long as you ask, and as long as I have.”

This was the first time Aubree Groove told him what she wanted.

“I want your heart.”

The young girl’s soft voice seemed to melt with the snowflakes.

Anton Cook immediately looked up.

Aubree Groove smiled at him: “Do you have it?”

Anton Cook grabbed her into his arms, holding her so tight as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

“I will take my heart out for you right now.”

The young man’s embrace, warm, broad, and intense.

It held the courage to forge ahead, and also the obsession that would last till death.

Three lifetimes, the entanglement of cause and effect, it has long been unclear who owes who, and who has failed who.

Please forgive my selfishness.

She looked at the snowflakes in the sky, felt the intense heartbeat of the person in her arms, told herself in the tug of war between ice and fire.

“I want to drink some hot water.”

Anton Cook reluctantly let her go, put on her hat for her, then gently said: “You wait for me obediently, don’t run around, I’ll be right back.”

With that, he took off with floating steps towards the convenience store nearby.

Aubree Groove stared at his disappearing figure, her brow suddenly furrowed.

A trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, making her pale face even more melancholy and moving.

She finally couldn’t hold it back and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The fresh blood splattered on the ground just covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

Aubree Groove stared at the pool of blood for a few seconds, and pretty soon it was covered by the fluttering snowflakes, leaving no trace.

Aubree Groove calmly wiped the corner of her mouth, as if nothing had happened, looking at the figure running towards her in the heavy snow.

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