Chapter 284: That Intense Gunshot

Would he really kill her?

"Wayne Bailey, you're drunk. Do you know what you're doing now?"

Wayne Bailey pulled a scarlet smile on his lips, his eyes distant and aloof.

It was as if he had suddenly grown cold and distant, so very distant...

"I've told you before, if I can't have something, I'll destroy it." Wayne Bailey raised the gun, aiming at her head.

The black hole of the gun's barrel pointed at her forehead, and dry thunder rumbled ominously in the somber sky.

The once vibrant and colorful backyard suddenly seemed to lose all its color.

Anna Jadwin's face turned pale, clutching a large bouquet of flowers.

All because Wayne had wrapped his fingers with bandages, Wilfred said he had been working on it for three nights.

She hadn't forgotten to take it with her as she left!

The silk flowers were supported by thin steel wires, which had pricked his hands countless times.

The intricate, vibrant red – was there a hint of his blood mixed in, making them so dazzlingly red?