535: Ralph Myers Zoey Allen Extra Story Finale (Sixth Update)

The bastard limped over and asked her, "Why are you sitting on the ground? Did you hurt your foot?"

"You scared me, my legs went weak," she replied, her throat dry and hoarse from swallowing sand.

Ralph Myers squatted down and stared at her, "You cried again. Do you love crying that much?"

She yelled at him, the veins on her neck bulging, "When did I ever love crying!"

Counting the times in bed and in the car, this was the fourth time Ralph Myers had seen Zoey Allen cry.

She fiercely wiped her face, ruining her makeup, not knowing who she was angry at, itching to bite someone, "It's all your fault."

He knelt on one knee, leaned over, and pressed his lips on her eyelids, licking the snowflake that had fallen on her lashes.

At that moment, the blizzard struck.

*****

Ralph Myers's injuries weren't serious, the worst being a cut on his arm that required over a dozen stitches; the rest were just superficial.