Chapter 388 Extra story The Lover Prisoned By The King Of The Underworld 37 (Part One)

When Sherry woke up, she felt very dizzy. There was a heavy stone in the ward and Laila had left. She didn't get up, but just stared at the ceiling.

Every time after she woke up from the dream, she would completely forget it. But this time, she did not forget it.

Elmore Every time she thought of this name, her heart would ache as if a needle had been pricked. It was so painful that she even wanted to knock her head against the wall. She suddenly remembered something and madly took out the painting she had hidden under the bed.

It was the outline of a man, and every time she finished writing, the outline of the man would appear on her paper. She seemed to have practiced it for thousands of times in her heart.

She didn't know who the man was, but she felt he should be a very important person to her.

Now she finally knew that his name was Elmore, the leader of the underworld in Z city.

He took the neck out of her clothes. The purple dragon was lifelike, and the purple smoke inside was rhythmic. He said that it was his treasure. And he said that he could give it to her if she liked.

Laila said that the purple dragon jade pendant was Elmore's life, but he gave it to her, and it belonged to him. Tears ran down her cheeks.

She finally remembered that every time she cried, he would always nervously kiss her, coax her, baby, don't cry.

In his eyes, she was his baby. But she thought that he regarded her as a substitute for his old lover, and she blamed him for imprisoning her. When he treated her well, she hated him.

They never spoke on the same channel.

In fact, he wasn't the one to blame for her sister's death. It was her fault. She walked too slowly and was too fragile. Sherry was just afraid of her sister's reprimand, so she shifted the responsibility onto Elmore.

She suddenly wanted to return home to see him, but she was not sure if he would still accept her as before.

A man wearing a mask suddenly flashed into her mind. She sat on the floor blankly. That man was him. Even with a mask, the faint smell of purple sandalwood couldn't hide the elegance and nobility of his body.

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Elmore's arms.

As the exhibition was about to end, the painting was left in a single room, and no one would come in.

Elmore was a little out of control and pressed her against the wall. He held her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

When he loosened his grip, she slightly lowered her head and gasped. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito. "Elmore, don't mess around here."

"Okay, let's go home." Elmore was still unwilling to let her go. His hands were trembling like a child who finally found the long lost toy. He was overwhelmed with excitement and mixed feelings.

Lisa stopped him, frowned and whispered, "is there another woman waiting for you at home?"

Elmore doted on her and helplessly scraped her nose. "Do you really think that gangsters have a leisurely life? You are the only woman in my life."

Lisa looked at him suspiciously. "What if I don't come back?"

Hearing this, Elmore was silent for a moment before he caressed her face and smiled softly, "I don't know either." After a pause, he smiled helplessly. "I didn't expect you to come back."

It never occurred to him that she would appear in his world again. One year ago when she had left, he had thought that she would be like an angel and never come back.

Lisa looked at him, stunned. He was not sure whether she would come back, but he still waited for her for five years. She had never thought of him, and he could still wait