Chapter 795
If he did not care about human lives, he definitely would not care about an animal’s life.
“That depends on you. I’ve sent you the address of the hotel.” Corentin hung up and sent her the address of his hotel along with his room number to her, before waiting for her to come to him.
Terrified, Ashlynn hurried to the hotel. Along the way, she thought back to the call history on her phone from the pet store. She realized that her dog did not go missing.
The pet store owner made a call to her because the stay period for her dog was almost over. Corentin came to the phone and took her dog away ahead of time.
Once she arrived at the hotel, Corentin’s subordinates led her to the room and opened the door for her.
Ashlynn walked inside and saw the man lounging on the couch, even the couch could not contain his towering figure.
At that very moment, she saw him as the way she knew him as Salvatore, free and
untameable.
He laid lazily with a wine glass in his hand. He stared at her with his amber–colored eyes and muttered, “Here you are.”
“Where’s my dog?”
“You sure are bold. Did you think Anne or Anthony could help you?” He questioned sharply.
She darted toward him. “What did you do to my dog? Or…did you already…”
“It’s too little to be considered snacks for my alligators,” he said, to which Ashlynn assumed that it meant her dog was safe.
“It’s in Athetin,” he continued.
Stunned, Ashlynn gaped at him.
Ashlynn continued to back away and tried to run away when she was cornered. He grabbed her by the arm and tossed her onto the bed.
“Ah!” Though the bed was soft, her head still spun from the sudden movement.
Corentin walked over and propped an arm against the bed to stare down at her. “I’m here to take you with me and you shouldn’t be here. Why would you bother Anne? Why does she have to help you when she is in a lot of trouble herself? Do you not care about what happens to your dog?”
Ashlynn panicked and immediately pleaded, “Don’t…don’t hurt it. It’s been with me for over a year and it’s the only reason that I managed to overcome my nightmares. I’m begging you, Salvatore…”
“Its life depends on you.” He rubbed her cheeks with his finger.
Her lips quivered. “Salvatore Yeager, you are the one who should be seeing a psychiatrist.”
“I’m the most normal person in the world.” He chuckled gently, despite the monstrosity of his true nature. “Your answer?”
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