The call was not theirs.
It was the phone ringing in the room.
Wendy stretched out her hand and pushed Michael away, and said, "I’ll answer the phone."
The phone calls in the hotel were usually made by the staff.
There should be sothing for the staff to inform them.
Wendy walked over to get the call and listened to the other side that said, "Hello, are you a custor with room number 8888?"
"Yes, is there anything wrong?" Wendy asked.
"A person sent a letter just now. Is it convenient for us to send it to you now?" The person on the phone asked respectfully.
Wendy and Michael stayed in a hotel suite. The security system was very good that outsiders generally couldn’t get in.
"Sure, no problem," Wendy replied.
"Okay, then we will send over soone to deliver it right away."
Wendy said thank you and hung up the phone.
"What’s the matter?" Michael asked her as he walked over to Wendy’s side.
"The people at the hotel said that soone sent a letter and asked if it was a good ti for them to give it to us now. They’ll send the letter to us soon," Wendy answered truthfully.
"Letter?" Michael frowned, sowhat puzzled. "What kind of a letter?"
Wendy shook her head, "I don’t know either."
At this age, letters were really very rare.
Moreover, Wendy was now staying in a hotel, not her ho.
The other party who wrote the letter also knew which hotel she stayed in?
It seed that they knew a lot about her whereabouts.
Suddenly, Wendy had so bad feelings in her heart.
Michael looked at Wendy with a calm expression and put his arm around her shoulder, comforting her: "Don’t worry, it shouldn’t be a big deal."
Wendy nodded and said nothing.
Soon, the doorbell rang.
Michael and Wendy opened the door at the sa ti.
Michael was one step faster than her and opened the door with his hand.
The person who ca to deliver the letter was a staff mber in a working uniform.
This hotel would not let outside people co in.
"Hello, your letter." The staff handed the letter with his hands respectfully.
Michael took it and looked at the surface of the envelope. It looked very ordinary. He looked at the staff and asked, "Who sent it?"
The staff shook his head and said, "I don’t know. I am just responsible for sending it to you. This letter should have been received with a receipt from the hotel."
Michael nodded, said nothing, and closed the door.
Wendy leaned over and watched Michael open the envelope.
Michael paused for a mont.
Now that he didn’t know what was in the envelope, Michael also had a bad feeling.
After all, the people that sent the letter would not be ordinary people since they knew their whereabouts and the hotel room number they were staying in.
Although he couldn’t guess the contents, for now, Michael glanced at Wendy and said, "Wendy, I want to eat an apple. Could you please go and wash an apple for ?"
At this ti, it was too obvious that he wanted to eat an apple just to make Wendy avoid reading the letter now.
Wendy smiled and said, "Michael, what do you an? Is it possible that one of your little lovers gave you a love letter?"
"What are you saying? My little lover probably doesn’t know the specific room number I stay in," Michael smiled and joked.
"Do you really have a little lover?" Wendy was angry, placing her hands on her hips.
"No, my little lover, who is six years old, is waiting at ho for her dad and mummy to go back," Michael said in a relaxed tone while looking at Wendy’s angry look.
The little lover Michael was talking about was obviously his daughter.
...
Wendy hadn’t really suspected that Michael had a lover at all.
She looked a little more serious, pointed to the envelope, and returned to the topic.
"Don’t let go away from this now; let’s see what it is. Didn’t we say that we should face everything together in the future? Didn’t you say that to ?"
Michael lowered his head, looked at the envelope in his hand, humd softly, and nodded. "Well, no matter whether it is good or bad, we will face it together."
Then, Michael opened the envelope.
However, he was more cautious.
After taking out the letter, Michael deliberately tilted his body slightly so that Wendy couldn’t see the contents of the letter, for now, at least.
Michael quickly scanned the contents of the letter.
His expression sank instantly. He seed very worried.
"Let see," Wendy moved a step, tiptoeing slightly to see what was written.
The next second, Michael tore the letter in half, and a smile appeared on his face, "It’s nothing big, don’t read it."
Seeing Michael’s actions, Wendy’s expression suddenly beca calm.
She stretched out her hand to stop Michael, not letting him continue to tear it, her tone anxious. "Michael, didn’t you say that we would face everything together? What do you an by not letting see the letter?"
"There is nothing interesting to read; it’s just a wrong letter," Michael swallowed, trying to calm his emotions and calm Wendy. "Really, there is nothing on it."
"Nothing?" Wendy didn’t believe it. "How could there be nothing? There is definitely sothing, for sure. Michael, don’t lie to , don’t do that, give the letter."
Wendy stretched out her hand and went straight to grab the letter in Michael’s hand.
"Wendy!" Michael looked at Wendy’s serious expression, and his tone beca more serious. "Wendy, there really is nothing. I promise there is absolutely nothing."
Knowing that Wendy did not believe him, Michael repeated, "Really."
"Since there is nothing, why don’t you show it to ?" Wendy saw that Michael was about to tear up the letter again. Seeing his movents, Wendy’s tone beca a lot harder, and she shouted, "Michael!"
Michael was stopped by Wendy’s roar.
"Michael, didn’t we say yes, no matter what happens, we must face it together?"
Wendy said word by word. "Isn’t this what you told ? Why don’t you want to honor your own words?"
"I... " Michael swallowed.
Wendy couldn’t read this letter.
However, now that Michael didn’t show Wendy the letter, she would definitely not give up.
Even if Wendy didn’t know what was written in this letter, she would think wildly.
The more he didn’t show it, the more serious Wendy would think.
No matter what, it was a difficult thing for Michael to choose.
"Give it to ," Wendy stretched out her hand from Michael.
Michael hesitated but did not give it to her.
"Give it to !" Wendy’s tone was heavy again. "If you don’t give it to , then I won’t tell you anything about in the future."
Michael seed to be frozen, without the slightest movent.
"Give it to !" Wendy said these four words for the third ti.
Michael took a deep breath and said, "Wendy, you promise first, no matter what you see, don’t be angry. Let’s sit down peacefully and talk about this matter."
"Why? Is it really a letter from your lover?" Wendy saw that Michael’s face was so serious, and she beca more and more worried.
...
Michael sighed and said nothing.
He had no lover at all.
"You promise first, okay?" Michael looked at Wendy’s eyes and said this again.
Seeing Wendy not speaking, Michael took a deep breath, "If you don’t agree, then I won’t show it to you."
Seeing that Michael was very serious, Wendy nodded and agreed.
Then Wendy stretched out her hand and took the letter that had been torn in half from Michael’s hand.
With Wendy taking it, Michael still held it tightly.
"Let go," Wendy said.
Michael sighed but let go, after all.
Wendy took the letter, walked to the coffee table, placed the four and a half pieces of the letter on the coffee table, and put them together.
It would be pieced together very quickly.
Wendy looked at the contents of the letter carefully.
There are not many words on it.
Only one sentence.
Looking at those words, Wendy’s whole body couldn’t hold up firmly, and she collapsed.
Michael had been paying attention to Wendy’s reaction, so he steadily caught Wendy.
"Wendy... " Michael supported Wendy with a worried expression on his face. "You promised , no matter what you see, don’t be angry."
"Angry?" Wendy didn’t know what she was feeling at this ti.
She grabbed the letter on the coffee table with both hands, and the line on it ca into view again. "Your body is more ecstasy than I thought, but it’s a pity that you are in a coma and look forward to seeing you next ti."
"Body, ecstasy."
These two words were strong enough to make Wendy collapse.
She held her head in her hands.
Closing her eyes, Wendy felt that the scene of that night appeared in her mind.
Michael called her, but she hadn’t recovered.
"Wendy!" Michael shouted again.
"Ah... " Wendy scread suddenly, with her entire head buried between her knees.
"Wendy, Wendy... " Michael stretched out his hand and hugged Wendy tightly. "You promised that we would have a good chat. Wendy, don’t do this."
Wendy knew why Michael tried so hard to hide the letter from her.
He had been worried that Todd would accidentally tell Wendy before. But he had not expected that Todd would not do anything. Instead, it was Clent that delivered the letter to the door.
No wonder the ssenger knew where they were.
With Clent’s power and position, it was not difficult to find out where they lived.
Wendy could not hear anything at this ti.
She had deliberately not been thinking about what happened that night because she was afraid that she had been assaulted physically by Clent.
Michael said that he ca in ti, and Wendy didn’t think much about it.
It’s not that she didn’t think about it, but that she didn’t dare to think about it.
Although she already had a certain degree of psychological preparation for this incident, there were many doubts about this matter, after all.
How could Michael be so tily?
She had dealt with Clent for so long, and Michael didn’t co. He arrived after she was in a coma?
Also, Todd had been hesitant to speak about this incident several tis.
Obviously, things were not that simple.
Obviously, Wendy had a little guesswork in her heart.
But when this line of words ca into view, Wendy found that she was not as strong as she imagined.
"Wendy," Michael called Wendy’s na over and over again. Whether she could believe him or not, Michael looked for a reason. "This letter is probably sent by mistake. You see, we stayed in the hotel; I just checked in yesterday. Maybe this letter is for the guest who stayed the day before yesterday? Besides, there is no na on the letter. I don’t know who sent it or who it is from."
...
"Wrong delivery?" Wendy held her head with her hands tightly. Hearing Michael’s words, she suddenly laughed, seemingly to persuade herself to believe this explanation.
"Yes, it may be the wrong delivery. We are staying in a hotel. I don’t know who it is, the person delivering the letter. Maybe this letter was not for , right?"
"Yes, that’s right," Michael spoke softly, not expecting that Wendy would actually listen to him. Following her words, he continued, "This letter was sent by mistake; it was not for us at all."
After speaking, Michael picked up the letter that had been torn in half.
Then, he tore it directly into scraps.
It was so torn that it couldn’t be put back together.
It seed that in this way, the letter could be regarded as never been sent here.
Michael stretched out his hand and hugged Wendy into his arms. He hugged her tightly and said with so caution, "Wendy, we have never seen this letter before.
Anyway, it was the wrong letter. We will go back to Lake City right away; is it OK?
Leah and Jake are waiting for us."
"Go back soon?" Wendy heard the words and nodded imdiately. "Okay, we’ll go back soon."
Michael didn’t expect Wendy to be talked into so easily.
Sothing was beyond his expectation.
Michael was a little worried and didn’t let go of holding Wendy.
"Don’t you want to go back soon? Why are you holding so tight and not letting go?" Wendy’s tone was surprisingly calm. "I’m going to pack my things; shall we leave right away?"
"Okay, let’s go right away." Michael let go of Wendy, looking at her face.
Wendy was too calm at this mont, and he was more and more worried.
However, Wendy didn’t say anything else, and Michael couldn’t show that he cared too much about this matter.
Otherwise, Wendy would definitely collapse.
With a worried look, Michael stood up, helped Wendy to sit on the sofa, and said, "Wendy, wait for here. I’ll get my ID. Let’s leave right away, okay?"
Wendy nodded.
Michael looked at Wendy’s quiet appearance, turned around, and went to the room to get his ID.
As soon as Michael left, Wendy sat on the sofa alone but couldn’t help thinking about the words in the letter.
Obviously, there was only a simple line of words, but the incident was deeply imprinted in her mind.
Michael said that this letter was sent by mistake.
Was it really the wrong one?
"Yes, it must be wrong," Wendy whispered these words in a low voice, repeatedly.
It seed that only in this way could she convince herself that this letter was sent by mistake. After swallowing, Wendy reached out and held her head.
Tears flowed down her eyes little by little.
With her eyes closed, the darkness and helplessness swept in little by little.
Michael was worried that Wendy would have an accident while sitting on the sofa alone, so he took his ID as quickly as possible and ca out.
When he ca out and saw Wendy holding her head with her body curled up into a ball, he felt more and more worried.
"Wendy, I’ve packed up. Let’s go right away," Michael said, taking out his phone and calling Mr. York.
The call was quickly picked up.
Michael said anxiously, "Arrange a helicopter imdiately, and we will go back to Lake City right away."
Mr. York didn’t know what had happened, but he and Michael had known each other for so many years.
Listening to Michael’s tone, he guessed that sothing might have happened.
He imdiately replied, "OK, I will make arrangents right away."
Michael didn’t say anything. He just hung up the phone with a hum.
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