In the emotional world, the one who fell in love first would lose.
Michelle didn't know what to do with love, so she stumbled all the way and was deeply hurt.
"Michelle, where the hell are you?"
With a bottle of wine in his hand, Scott kept drinking on the bedside. He looked out of the window with his blurred eyes. The wind gently blew up a corner of the curtain. Indistinctly, he seemed to see a figure standing outside the balcony.
He thought it was her, so he quickly got up from the ground and stumbled over. But when he opened the curtain, he found that it was still dark outside.
Where would Michelle go? She had no relatives or friends in C City. Where would she go?
Someone said that Michelle had died in a car accident a month ago, but he didn't believe it. He believed that his Michelle was still alive. No, he must find Michelle, even if it would take him a lifetime.
When Scott was about to open the door and walk out with a bottle of wine, a tall figure blocked his way.
He glanced at him coldly and pushed him away. "Let go of me. I'm going to find Michelle."
Although Scott was drunk, he still cared about Michelle subconsciously. He missed her so much that he almost went crazy.
Seeing that Scott was reeking of alcohol and tiredness, Walter was furious and pulled him into the room with grabbing his arms.
"Scott, please wake up? Michelle is dead. She died in a car accident a month ago! " Sitting on Scott's laps, Walter grabbed his collar and said angrily.
However, the drunken Scott didn't take Walter's words seriously. He pushed him away and continued to stagger out with the bottle.
Walter didn't chase after him. Because he didn't know what to say.
He didn't believe that Michelle was dead as well, but he had to accept the fact that she had disappeared for so long.
With the bottle in his hand, Scott staggered out of the villa, his face full of pain. There was nothing more painful than losing Michelle. His heart seemed to have dried up.
If Michelle really died, he would go with her. In this world, there was nothing he could miss. Losing Michelle was more painful than anything else.
He fell to the ground and kept putting the bottle in his hand into his mouth. He was depressed. "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Michelle wouldn't have left. She must not want to see me. Yes, it must be like this. "
"Scott, please wake up. Do you think you can find Michelle by indulging yourself in the world of drunkenness every day? Your idea is too simple!"
As soon as Emily got out of the car, she saw the man lying in the middle of the road. She immediately walked over with her belly up. As Michelle's good friend, she didn't have the heart to see Scott so depressed.