Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

As her mind tangled and the force behind her teeth increased, she finally heard Travis suddenly inhale. He reached out and pulled her chin to the side. Arianna screamed due to his great strength. And then he threw her back down on the bed.

After a long while, Travis took her to take a shower. He rubbed every part of her body under the water.

Then he wiped her dry and escorted her back to bed. Travis put the pajamas on her finally and stuffed her under the quilt.

Arianna was extremely tired now. She felt like her bones were falling apart.

When Travis leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp, Arianna reached out, pulled on his pajamas, and said, “Are you really going to let my grandfather go so easily? And let me go after that? Have you had enough with this game?”

Arianna used to wonder if Travis had gone through some special training because he could always mask his expression.

Using her last bit of strength, Arianna sat up and clutched his pajamas even tighter, and said, “If you are not willing to let us go, please let him live longer if you have not had enough of this game. If he is gone, I will be dying to leave you. In that case, won’t you miss having this much fun in your life?”

Her voice was as light as the breeze outside the window.

Arianna could not guess what Travis was thinking.

That night, his body was stiff, his eyes were unpredictable, and he was silent.

She could barely sleep in the tense atmosphere. Her whole body was beyond tired, but her brain was now completely sober.

The sound of rain outside the window turned into a huge bottle dripping in her dream. The water of life was rapidly rushing out of its broken neck before vanishing. And on the distant horizon, there was a single eye staring at her with shining pupils.

When she woke up, the sun was high up in the clear sky, spreading beams of light across her face. The air was moist with the smell of mud, reminding her of the rain last night.

Travis Cooper seemed to have disappeared with the rain.

After having breakfast and lunch alone, Travis’s new strange driver brought her back to the sanatorium.

Her grandfather was still sleeping peacefully. Ryan greeted her at the door of her grandfather’s ward and then took his leave. Nothing had changed around here.

Two days later, Dr. Lynch told Arianna that two brain tumor experts were going to be visiting the hospital on academic exchange and would be available to look at her grandfather’s condition.

In the following days, Ryan showed up once in a while just to check in. He looked the same as usual and was polite and indifferent.

Charles also came to visit once. Noticing Arianna’s tired face, he did not stay long. He spoke with the doctor to try to get a better grasp of what was going on. He then sat in the ward for a little while.

Travis, however, did not appear for quite some time.

It turned out that the foreign experts could not save Arianna’s grandfather. And two months later, the old man took his last breath.

Franco Sanchez passed away in peace. He never opened his eyes after entering his coma, and his breathing and blood pressure both gradually weakened with time. All the medical instruments connected to his body were beeping until a straight line finally appeared on the ECG screen.

At that moment, the doctors were very busy. The old man was just lying quietly with a soft smile on his lips like he had a sweet dream. There was no struggling or painful expression on his face when he departed.

Arianna was also too calm in his final moments. She held his hand and blankly stared at the machines that were sounding alarms before turning her attention to her grandfather. When he left, her expression was the same as his. She did not cry or scream. She had just witnessed the departure of her last family member.

Two hours after his death, a strange middle-aged man brought a few people to the scene in a hurry. Arianna was still sitting in the room where her grandfather had passed away.

The man said with a sincere face, “Miss Jenkins, I am the current General Manager of the Sanchez Group. My last name is Jenkins as well. Please allow me to handle the matters regarding Mr. Sanchez’s funeral.”

She listened to Mr. Jenkins’ explanation in silence. Then, he explained, in a shameful tone, “We could not determine Mr. Sanchez’s whereabouts for years. We thought he had moved to a different country. If we knew our former chairman had been in such a condition, we would have done everything we could to help.”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

When he saw her indifferent expression, he continued, “Please do not turn me down, Miss Jenkins. This is the least we can do.”

Mr. Jenkins was a man of his word. He immediately organized staff to put everything in order. He whispered to Arianna if he ever had any questions, as if not to scare her.

There was respect, pity, and even panic in his eyes. Perhaps it was too abnormal for the weak woman in front of him to be so calm at such a moment.

Arianna had no knowledge about planning funerals. It was lucky that Mr. Jenkins and his people came to help.

Franco Sanchez’s funeral was simple and solemn. It was prepared in a single day.

It was easy to plan the ceremony because there were no friends or family members to invite. Nobody would be caught off guard by the short notice. The only people close to Arianna were the few former family servants, but Arianna sent them back to their hometowns long ago. She would not bother them with the news.

She didn’t expect a big turnout; however, some important people in the city came to the service. They were sentimental and were grieving the loss. They called Franco Sanchez’s departure the fall of a hero. They expressed their condolences to Arianna, and some were even frustrated that his illness was kept a secret.

Arianna stood quietly in the chapel hall, mechanically saluting every stranger. She had to keep her facial nerves intact so she would not laugh out loud.

She suddenly felt that Travis wasn’t the most horrible person she knew. At least he had reason to take his revenge, and he never lied. Compared with these hypocrites, Travis was far better.