Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 80 Photos

In addition to the hall for guests to dine on the first floor, there was also a small room closed all year round. No one except the restaurant owner was allowed to enter. It was just dawning in the early morning, and the room was hidden, but the man standing in the room was not the restaurant owner, it was another man.

Ethan looked up at the photo wall composed of solid wood frames in the room. There were almost hundreds of photos, like a time machine, recording the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the same person. He raised his head, his deep eyes locked firmly on one of the photos.

In the photo, a girl with a long hair about 13 or 14 years old, wearing a light purple high-waist dress, had a bright eye, a sweet smile, and a slightly raised mouth outlining two sweet pear vortexes. The girl held a big cheese cream cakes with her fine fingers which were still covered with flour and cream. Next to the photo was a short line: On February 15, 2008, learn how to make cheesecake.

He looked away and looked at the other photos. On May 31, 2008, learn Jade Color Vegetable Rolls. On January 21, 2009, learn Fritillary and Almond Cough Mixture. On August 21, 2010, learn Plum and White Fungus Broth. On July 06, 2011, learn Honey Roasted Goose Liver... hundreds of photos, spanning five or six years between dates, from the green and sweet flower monsoon season to the charming cardamom years. Ethan looked stunned, and vaguely, some fragments of the picture seemed to flash in his mind, but he couldn't catch it no matter how he tried.

Behind him, a slight footstep came. Yoyo pushed the door and said slowly, "Does it feel familiar?" Ethan glanced back at him, narrowing his eyes, "How do you plan to explain?" "What? you think I have no choice but to collect so many photos of Belle?"

Yoyo rolled his eyes, but the expression on his face was not as relaxed as his tone: "These are photos of her studying cooking with me before. Whenever she finished a dish, she would leave a photo as a commemoration. After the photos became more and more, I used this small room to store.

Hearing this, Ethan seemed to think of something, he looked at each photo again, and finally caught something vaguely. These dishes...had she ever made them for him? "Remember?" Yoyo walked behind him. Ethan had no words.

In fact, after seeing the names of these dishes for the first time, some pictures were formed in his mind, but he was not impressed. After Yoyo reminded, those long-lost pictures finally came over. All these dishes were actually made for him by her.

In those years, he could not remember how many times he was intercepted by her halfway, and then there was a brightly colored heat preservation box in his hand, which was warm in his palm. "Ethan, I made this by myself. You must finish it all!" The girl laughed proudly and loudly, threatening him with a smile: "If you don't eat, I won't do it for you next time." How did he answer?

Without response, he just glanced at her coldly, with scorn on his face. When he passed the trash can, he threw it away, and the aroma of food was thrown into the trash can. Behind him came the angry voice of the girl. He just felt bored.

Unless his head was kicked by a donkey, he would believe that she did it in person. It was impossible for the elder Miss Ye from a big family to make soups. As long as she ordered it, the errand maid can help her do it. Then, pretending it was from her hands, wasn’t this Belle's usual trick? At that time, in addition to feeling hypocritical and disgusting, his impression of her became worse time and again. As long as something was taken from her, all of them were finally sent to the trash can.

Yoyo saw that he was caught in his thoughts and exhaled. "She's in a bad situation. If you don't want her die, I suggest you don't torture her again." "What do you say that? ?" "This is the last time I persuaded you, believe it or not." Yoyo's face flashed sharply hatred, but more of a state of anxiety. He said what he should say; if not for Belle, Yoyo would never let him walk into this room to see these photos.

Complex emotions flashed in Ethan's deep, cold eyes. When he wanted to ask a few more words, Yoyo had already walked out of the room. There was a voice of customers entering the restaurant and ordering food. Yoyo was busy greeting the guests and did not appear again.

After breakfast, Belle said goodbye to him, Yoyo was about to speak, but saying nothing. Belle smiled, maybe for she saw her old friend, and maybe for she got the 10 million yuan, and her face was a little ruddy. "If you have any problems, remember to come to me." Yoyo put her in the car, his eyes were reluctant, but no matter how much he was hankering, he couldn't keep her.

"Hmm." After getting on the car, Belle felt a cold breath coming from the car, and the body was subconsciously stiff. Although it was not obvious, she and Ethan were not far apart, and she could easily see Ethan’s unpleasant look.

The palm of his hand was tightly clenched, and a cheque of 10 million yuan was wet with hot sweat and had been wrinkled. "so happy?" He didn't ignore the rare ruddy on her face. He had been seeing her haggard and pale face. But after she saw Yoyo last night, just one night, she became so happy?

This reminded him of the photos he saw in the small room in the morning. Did he never know her? Belle didn't answer his words, just thinking about how to give him 10 million yuan, thinking about how to escape from him... if she give him the money, he should let himself go ...No...not necessarily...she almost forgot, Ethan didn't need the 10 million yuan, but wanted to use this excuse to trap her here.

His hatred for her would not be eliminated, maybe, she would never let her go. Thinking of this, her face turned to be pale again, she could not escape his restraint and imprisonment? Thinking of the result, Belle clenched the cheque, and her heart fluctuated sharply. If that was the case, the cheque had to wait until the last minute before it could be taken out. Five days left... Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Ethan waited a long time for her to respond. Looking sideways, Belle looked gloomy and stared blankly. He burst into anger again. She could smile and be open to other men, but only to him...always an dead

look. He stepped on the accelerator, and suddenly started the engine. The lightning-fast movement was dazzling. The car rushed forward quickly, and the huge inertia finally shook Belle back.