Telling Lies, loving you Chapter 217 My Heart Hurts, Really

Once the misunderstanding started, it was difficult to explain it clearly.

Scott had no choice but to go out.

When the door was closed, Michelle cried again. Outside, listening to Michelle's heartbroken cry,
Scott's heart also ached.

Emily knew there was a misunderstanding between the two, but it was difficult to explain it clearly now.

After receiving the news, Olivia rushed over and pushed the door open. She saw her daughter curling
up weakly on the bed, in a daze.

At that moment, as a mother, she felt extremely painful.

"Honey, I've heard from Scott that he didn't do it on purpose. Since you love him, why don't you
understand him? "

After all, Olivia had experienced something, and she believed in Scott.

After getting along with each other for such a long time, Olivia was sure that Scott loved Michelle very
much.

"Mom, you won't understand." Michelle didn't want to say too much, because she had lost too much.
Now, what else could she say?

All she wanted now was to leave the city as soon as possible and live a normal life in a place where no
one could find her.

Emily stood aside and looked at Michelle, who had been crying all night. Her heart clenched.



She knew Michelle very well. Once she made up her mind, it would be difficult to change it. She
believed that this time, it was difficult for Michelle to choose to believe in Scott.

It was raining outside the window and the wind blew in. The rain fell on her face. It was cold.

Perhaps, her heart had been completely cold like this rain

At midnight, everyone was holding an umbrella and running on the path in the dark, with anxiety on
their faces.

"Have you found Michelle?"

"No news."

"Where will she go?"

Michelle was missing. No one knew where she went and when she came out.

Everyone was worried that Michelle would take the opportunity to commit suicide. After two betrays of
love, her heart had already died.

Scott drove the car at full speed in the dark night. Rain poured on his cold and serious face through the
glass window.

"Michelle, where on earth are you?"

The colorful lights shone in every corner, and the strong rhythm beat the heart of people, shocking
every restless soul.

In the blink of an eye, many faces intoxicated by alcohol, like trapped beasts with long teeth and claws,
were ferocious and terrifying.



"Miss, you can't drink any more."

Michelle ignored the bartender's words. She lay weakly in front of the bar counter. Her smooth and
delicate face was as red as a layer of powder, attracting other.

Michelle raised her head and took another gulp of wine. She said lazily, "come again."

Michelle knew better than anyone else that the one who gave her heart first would lose.

Michelle only felt endless grievance in her heart, and the bitterness in her chest surged up one circle
after another. Perhaps only in this way could she could forget the heart wrenching pain.

Thinking of this, Michelle picked up the glass again and gulped it down.

Since Emily was not there, no one stopped her. She drank the wine numbly, and her tears slid down
the corners of her eyes to her mouth. It was salty

Michelle bent over the table weakly, her eyes wandering. Suddenly, her phone on the table vibrated,
and it was a message.

She tried hard to unlock the phone, her sight was blurred. But she still sent a message.

"I got a reply. Let me see..."

As soon as Emily received the message, she immediately opened it, only to find that the replies were
all inexplicable text symbols. Subconsciously, she knew that Michelle must be drunk.

"Auntie, Michelle must be in the bar."

"Okay, let's move to there."



Judging from Michelle's condition, she wouldn't go far. At least, she was not in the mood to sit in a taxi
and look out of the window.

After being informed, Scott immediately turned the steering wheel and drove in the opposite direction.

Michelle, who had drunk a lot, felt a pain in her head. Her head was heavy and her feet were weak.
She grabbed her bag and wanted to go out, but she couldn't tell where the exit was.

She staggered forward, trying to keep awake with her last consciousness.

There were too many people in the bar. Before she could walk steadily, she bumped into a person.
Before she could see the person, she grabbed him and said, "take me out of here quickly."

Michelle didn't know what her words meant in the bar. The man she bumped into was about twenty
years old. He squinted and looked at her up and down.

A cunning light flashed through the man's eyes, and a snicker appeared on the corner of his mouth. He
quickly put his hand on her waist and said, "Okay, I'll take you out now."

Michelle hated the woman scent on his body, which was different from that on Scott's body. She
struggled to escape from his hand, but she was weak for him.

Michelle was dragged out of the bar.

Standing at the door of the bar, the cold wind at midnight made her clear headed. But after all, she
drank too much, so most of her body was still leaning in the arms of a strange man.

When she was about to push the man away, her phone rang.

Michelle wanted to answer the phone, but the man next to her grabbed her phone, turned it off and
threw it on the road.



"Give my phone back. Why did you break it?"

Michelle was about to pick up her phone subconsciously, but her wrist was held tightly by the man.

"No need. Brother will buy you a new phone." The man's tone was frivolous. He looked at the woman in
his arms, and his face was as red as a ripe persimmon.

Judging from her mature temperament, he knew that she was no longer a girl.

So it was normal that he had sex with her. Anyway, they were all disappointed in love. Why not to find
happiness each other?

Michelle pushed him away and roared, "who is your sister? Get out of my way!"

Seeing that she was ungrateful, the smile on the man's face suddenly disappeared. He came up and
pulled her. "You are drunk. Isn't it good for me to send you home?"

Before Michelle could say anything, the man dragged her into his car.

The night was shrouded in C City, and the colorful lights lit up the whole C city.

Michelle weakly leaned against the car chair, trying to escape from the car with her last consciousness.
But the next second, the door was slammed shut.

At that moment, she knew that she was completely over. But it was good. She could disappear in front
of them forever, and she could find a reason to die.

Yes, that's it

Thinking of this, Michelle gave up struggling and leaned against the car chair with a smile. Maybe this
was the last night she lived in this world.



Seeing that Michelle stopped struggling, the man was the happiest, which at least saved some trouble.

Just as he was about to open the door of the passenger seat, his body was suddenly pulled by
someone, and then a fist came and smashed into his face!

After the man was hit, he looked at Scott in front of him angrily. He raised his fist and was about to hit
him, but was grabbed by Scott.

"How dare you hurt her? Do you want to die?" Scott glared at the man in front of him and tightened his
strength again.

The man cried out in pain, and then, Scott was willing to let him go.

Scott walked to the back seat and opened the door. Looking at the drunk woman, he felt a dull pain in
his heart.

He bent down, took her out of the back seat and put her in his car.

The car left here soon. Sitting in the car, Scott called everyone to tell them that Michelle was safe.

When they heard that Michelle was found, everyone was undoubtedly the happiest.

Michelle was settled in Emily's house, because she really couldn't go back her home anymore. The
reporters hadn't left the Happiness District yet.

Before he finished his work in the company, Scott was extremely busy. But the most important person
at present was still Michelle.

"Why are you so drunk?" Olivia stand on the side of bed and murmured as she looked at the
unconscious woman.



"Michelle is in a bad mood, or she wouldn't have gone to drink alone. Auntie, don't worry. " Emily
comforted Olivia as she tucked Michelle in.

She knew that Olivia was not only the one who worried about Michelle the most, but also all of them.

"Wine, give me wine, drink Ha ha. "

At this time, the woman in bed moved restlessly and murmured.

"Maybe Michelle will forget everything when she wakes up. Let's go out first and let her sleep." After
Emily finished her words, she persuaded them to leave.

Scott was reluctant to leave, and insisted on staying with Michelle. Emily had no choice but to let him
stay.

"EW..."

However, not long after, Michelle suddenly sat up and vomited on the edge of the bed. Scott put the
trash can on the bedside, sat beside her and patted her on the back.

He knew that she was very sad now.

After vomiting for a while, Michelle fell back on the bed to sleep again. She closed her eyes as if she
was asleep.

In order to make her sleep well, Scott fetched a basin of hot water from the outside and wiped her
body.

Olivia sat in the living room and sighed helplessly.

"My heart hurts, really hurts. Scott, why did you do this to me? Why I hate you, but I love you so much.
What should I do? "



All of a sudden, Michelle said something like that for no reason. Hearing that, Scott stopped what he
was doing and continued to wipe her arms.

Fortunately, she was quiet now.


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