I wish it were you のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1361 - チャプター 1370

Aron still wasn’t sure what that creature was. He only remembered it had pitch-black eyes that seemed to absorb all the light and emitted a strange glow.When those eyes stared at him, they carried an overwhelming gentleness and calm.It felt as though he was being watched by a divine being — his fearful heart was soothed immensely.Later, he felt a current push against his back, propelling him to the surface of the sea. Not long after that, he was found by the rescue team.He had never told anyone about that surreal experience, but he firmly believed that some kind of ocean creature had saved him. Even though he couldn’t describe what it looked like, he remembered those eyes vividly.Now, once again on the brink of death, Anna’s gaze reminded him of those same eyes.Would Anna be the one to save him this time?But he could feel life draining from his body. He desperately wanted to hold onto it, yet had no strength left.Maybe his vision was beginning to blur, maybe his pupils were st

Annabelle never expected Uncle Wesley to be such a chatterbox!Benjamin had tried to interrupt him a few times, but Uncle Wesley carried on, completely unfazed.If it weren’t for the fact that he was Damien’s butler—and possibly involved in past plots against Kendrick—Annabelle might’ve even found this middle-aged uncle kind of… adorable.So, what was he rambling on about?All about his young master.Uncle Wesley pulled out his phone, opened the photo album, and began showing her pictures, speaking in the tone of a proud father praising his son—boasting about Aron’s talents and virtues.His intention was crystal clear to Annabelle.He probably wanted to help Aron chase after her. Or at the very least, hoped she would form a good opinion of him.But the way he went about it felt way too heavy-handed—it honestly made her want to laugh and cry.Uncle Wesley flipped through the photos and said,“Ms. Sanchez, look, this painting was done by our young master when he was five years old. It s

With Kendrick’s hand lightly gripping her neck, Annabelle was forced to contemplate his question.Did Kendrick and Aron really look so alike that even she couldn’t tell them apart?Not really.It was only in certain moments, from certain angles, that the two of them bore some resemblance.Kendrick leaned close to her ear. “Why aren’t you saying anything, hmm?”Annabelle let out a quiet sigh. She hadn’t planned to say anything, but with him pressing like this, if she didn’t explain things properly, it would only add fuel to the fire.So, she patiently explained everything.“No, I don’t mistake you for him all the time. There were only a few moments—when I first heard his voice, I thought his tone was similar to yours. And sometimes, when I catch him from a certain angle, your facial features do look a bit alike.”“In fact,” she continued, “you and Aron look more like brothers than you and Marvin do.”She hesitated, then asked, “Kendrick… this might be a bit out of line, but… are you su

Annabelle was indeed hungry.Earlier that morning, during a certain intimate moment with Kendrick, her stomach had even growled—and she’d been mortified.But Kendrick had simply kissed her neck and chuckled, "Didn’t I just give you some energy? Why are you still hungry?"It was both embarrassing and shameful…Kendrick placed the takeout bags on the small round table by the window, while Annabelle tried to find the clothes he had stripped off her the night before so she could wash up and eat.A glance at the clock on the nightstand told her it was already past 11 a.m.She had no idea when Kendrick had gotten up—he was already dressed sharply, while she was still completely naked under the covers.“Did Aron wake up?” Annabelle asked as she sat up, wrapped in the blanket.“He woke up briefly, according to the nurse, but fell asleep again. His condition’s stable,” Kendrick replied.Annabelle nodded quietly and found her pajamas at the foot of the bed.June in Germany wasn’t as hot as Elfh

The more he thought, the more annoyed he became. Kendrick reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette pack and a lighter—he seriously needed a smoke to ease the anxiety boiling in his chest.He flicked a cigarette out and held it between his lips, turning away from the wind as he prepared to light it.The first attempt failed. The chilly German wind wasn’t being cooperative.Just as he was about to try again, Anna’s gaze shot over like a laser beam, slicing right through him.Her eyes were sharp—just that single lifted glance from under her lashes was enough to make Kendrick abandon the cigarette. He obediently pulled it from his mouth, tucked it back in the pack, smacked his lips, and pretended to be looking somewhere else.She was definitely going to ask him later, “Didn’t you say you quit? Why are you still carrying cigarettes?”Truth was, he’d bought that pack yesterday at the train station while waiting. After hearing Anna had encountered kidnappers—even though he knew she w