Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
What’s the use of giving her a gun without bullets?
Erin, kneeling on one knee on the ground, seemed angry, but he restrained himself from erupting. He simply took the gun from Stella’s hand and opened the magazine. When Stella saw a golden bullet lying inside, she hesitated. If she had fired six shots just now, Erin would have died. Unfortunately, Stella only fired one shot.
Erin stared at the bullet inside, hesitated for a moment, closed the magazine, picked up the gun, and placed it on the glass table outside the cage.
He turned around and looked at Stella sitting in the cage.
“If you agree, this gun belongs to you.”
Stella didn’t expect that Erin would still give her the gun. Wasn’t he afraid that she would fire several shots after getting it?
Seemingly aware of her doubts, Erin’s face revealed a hint of a dark smile.
“Do you agree or not?”
Stella didn’t want to be with Erin as she did before, but that was the only way to escape from here. After hesitating for a long time, she nodded lightly.
In any case, she had to get the gun first.
Seeing her agreement, Erin brought the keys and removed the handcuffs and leg cuffs for Stella. Then he held her and walked out of the cage. When passing by the gun, Stella frowned. “Aren’t you giving me the gun?”
Erin lowered his gaze, staring into her eyes, and spoke softly.
“After a month, I’ll give it to you.”
In other words, the prerequisite for getting the gun was to be with him for a month.
Erin raised his slender fingers and gently tapped her cold cheek.
“Stella, you have no choice.”
Someone who had never intended to let her go would naturally not give her a choice. But if she took the gun from this place. while he was sleeping, there was a chance of success.
With this thought in mind, Stella let Erin carry her downstairs. It wasn’t until they reached the ground floor that she realized she was in a mansion surrounded by green grass. Looking into the distance, she could see the endless sea…
This was a deserted island that Erin had bought and trimmed and decorated. It had a touch of beauty.
When Stella was young, she had told Erin that her favorite thing. was a small island by the seaside, and when she grew up, if she had the chance, she would find a small island and spend her life with the person she loved. It would be a wonderful thing.
At that time, she liked Erin very much and said it on purpose for him to hear. But he didn’t care, just glanced at her and said that girls like them had nothing in their minds except love and romance, utterly boring.
Erin didn’t understand love. He never understood, from childhood until now. Even if he said he loved her, he treated her roughly, completely unaware that this extreme love was a form of harm.
Through the sunlight streaming in through the window, Stella looked up at Erin, who was holding her. If her parents hadn’t died, and her aunt Karen hadn’t taken her to the Simpson family, she wouldn’t have met someone like Erin in her life, and she wouldn’t have embarked on such a desperate journey. But in life, there are never any “ifs”…
After placing Stella in the high chair, Erin crouched down in front of her and gently touched her hair, asking affectionately, “What do you want to eat?” Stella still had a cold expression on her face. “I don’t want to cat anything.”
Erin paused for a moment, then ran his hand from the back of her head to her lips. “You promised to treat me like before, to be gentle with me.”
You mean, I still have to be tender and loving towards you, always wearing a smile? Well, in the past, I did say “I love you” and have sex with you every night. And now you’re telling me I have to do all this just to escape from you?
When Stella thought of it, a hint of disgust appeared in her eyes. But she still forced a smile on her face, saying, “I want Cheese bread, beef, orange juice…”
Finally, Erin showed a satisfied expression and stroked Stella’s hair again, as if she were a pet.
“That’s my good girl,” He murmured.
She thought he would go to the kitchen alone, but to her surprise, he carried her there too.
After making her sit on the clean and tidy countertop, Erin closed the kitchen door and sealed them in a confined space. Only then did he roll up his sleeves and start preparing the food.
Perhaps he was afraid that she would grab a knife or something to attack him, so Erin only used very short and small utensils.
Stella wasn’t foolish enough to use those small knives to fight against a tall, strong man like Erin. She would have no chance of winning even if she fought with her life.
Erin seemed to be in a good mood, cooking the steak and immediately cutting off a small piece to place it near Stella’s lips. “Try it and see if it tastes good.”
In the years when Stella deceived him, they had interacted in a similar way, but back then Stella didn’t have hatred in her eyes. Now, she reluctantly opened her lips, chewed slowly, and remained silent. She would eat whatever was given to her anyway.
Erin wasn’t annoyed either. He treated her like a playful child, ruffled her hair, and then turned to squeeze some orange juice.
These foods aren’t available on the island before. Erin must have bought them this morning when he went out. So, after we finish eating the food, he would have to go out again after a certain period of time. During this time, I can not only retrieve the gun but also escape.
At the thought, Stella turned her head and looked out the window. There was a boat on the distant beach, but she knew Erin would certainly take that boat when he left the island. It was of no use to her.
If she wanted to leave, she had to take the gun first and then use it to threaten Erin to let her go. Of course, she could also wait for a month to pass before leaving, but she didn’t trust Erin.
Thinking this, Stella slowly relaxed. She had to make Erin lower his guard before she could have a chance to escape.
Next, whatever Erin fed her, Stella ate with her head down, filling her stomach to gather strength for her escape.
The two of them didn’t argue or have any conflicts. However, after they finished eating, the anti-tracking device hidden in a concealed place started to beep.
Erin’s expression darkened as he stared in the direction of the anti-tracking device. After a while, he took out his phone and handed it to Stella. “Tell them not to come looking for you anymore.” Stella knew who “they” referred to.
Rosalyn, Eva, and Mr. Evans were all searching for her everywhere. However, Erin had installed an anti-tracking device, blocking the signal, so it was difficult to pinpoint her exact location. But now that the anti- tracking device had beeped, it meant that they were trying to crack it. It wouldn’t be long before they found Stella.
Stella took the phone and glanced at Erin. “With Mr. Evans’ skills, they will find this place soon. Why do you have to offend him?”
A cold smile appeared on Erin’s lips. “That’s why you have to make a call and tell him to come for you in a month.” Stella frowned. “Why do you have to spend a month with me?”
Erin lowered his eyelashes, concealing his tiredness. “I want to spend more time with you. Is that not possible?”
After saying that, he picked up Stella, who was sitting next to him, and placed her on his lap. Then he tilted his chin up and kissed Stella’s lips. “If I told you that I really miss you, would you believe me?”
He missed her so much, to the point of agony, to the point where he didn’t know what to do to bring her back to his side. So, Erin was dying to stay with Stella for a month.
Stella saw the intense love in his eyes but turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze. “Erin, I don’t love you.”
Erin’s body stiffened, and a wave of pain spread from his heart to his limbs, even his fingertips hurt. But he didn’t say much, just nodded. “I know.”
He let go of Stella, picked up the phone again, and placed it in her hand. “This time, I won’t deceive you anymore. Give me a month.”
After a month, he would let her go and stay on this small island, growing old alone, spending the rest of his life without disturbing her again.
Stella held her phone and hesitated for a few seconds before dialing Rosalyn’s number.
She only remembered Rosalyn’s number. For her, the girl who suffered from a terminal illness and was killed on her way to buy perfume as a way of thanking her was unique.
