The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Chapter 1052: The Man Who Resembled a Devil

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Furthermore, the men who were sent by the other party did not stop their pursuit as they continued to comb the beaches at the neighboring shore.

Afterward, she only remembered that she gradually lost her ability to swim. As her body started to sink, the salty seawater invaded her nostrils and mouth…

The feeling of suffocation felt earth-shattering.

She thought that she was already dead.

It did not cross her mind that she would have survived.

But now…

Tan Bengbeng bit her lower lip and willed herself to calm down.

Her life never belonged to her.

She had never thought of getting married and giving birth to children either.

Staying alive was of most importance, and her innocence was the most worthless of them all.

Tan Bengbeng seemed to hear the sound of crashing waves in her ears. However, she was not sure if it was a form of hallucination caused by the scarring in her heart.

After she calmed down, she walked to the door and opened it.

“Kacha—”

The door opened in an instant.

She was stunned.

Whatever had happened yesterday was still vivid in her mind.

That man seemed to have had the intention of killing her on the bed with that menacing and predatory look of his.

She had thought that such a lunatic would either take her life or imprison her and limit her freedom.

However, judging from the current situation, she seemed to be wrong.

The other party had not intended on imprisoning her; there wasn’t a lock on the door, and she could walk out easily just by pulling it open.

“Bam!”

Tan Bengbeng paused in her steps when the sound of crashing waves sounded.

She stood frozen at the door.

An extremely spacious and neat living room appeared before her.

It was really enormous.

Tan Bengbeng could not see how big it was with just a single glance.

She was stunned as she looked at the huge French window and the clear coastline outside.

It wasn’t a hallucination.

There were sounds of crashing waves.

The decor in the living room was not different from that of the room she had been in.

It was white in color…

The white color that could be seen everywhere made the entire place seem like a hospital.

However, Tan Bengbeng was very certain that this place was not a hospital.

As such, she was speculating that if the owner of this house was not a doctor, he might be a lunatic with an unusual obsession.

She stepped up her vigilance instantly at the thought of such a speculation.

If possible, she would not want to know the identity of the other party.

She would leave this place immediately, as long as she could find items that could make her escape a smoother one, such as a working phone or some cash!

God did not seem to have heard her inner thoughts.

Just as Tan Bengbeng took the first step out of the room, she heard a soft sound in the living room.

It sounded like wheels rolling across the floor.

She lifted her head and saw the curtains of the French window lifting electronically.

It revealed the other half of the window that could not be seen earlier on.

A wheelchair was parked outside the window.

A man sat in it.

The man seemed to have heard her footsteps. Tan Bengbeng had undergone special training in the past and her footsteps were almost soundless.

However, the man had, indeed, pulled the curtains apart all of a sudden after she had stepped out of the room and he immediately glanced in her direction.

Tan Bengbeng took a deep breath in when their eyes met.

She usually did not have any special feelings for good looking men.

The direct descendants of the Mo Family were all good looking.

Yu Yuehan and Fan Yu, whom she had met after she brought Nian Xiaomu to City H, were very good looking as well.

In Tan Bengbeng’s eyes being a good looking man would not give any bonus points on the impression she had of him. However, this man before her…

She did not know how to describe him…

His long, silver-gray hair was tied up with a hair tie.

His long, narrow, amorous eyes were slightly narrowed and she could not see the color of his pupils clearly. Perhaps the entire house has a part to play for Tan Bengbeng’s misconception, as she felt that his pupils would be white in color.