My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Free Plans?
“I’m sure with what you faced downstairs, you would want to escape from here,” the girl continued, which had Anastasia stiffen for a second.

“Why are you telling me this?” Anastasia questioned without looking back at Avery.

“Because I can help you get out of this place if you want,” Avery sang.

Anastasia was stunned as she turned to look at Avery, eyes widened in disbelief. But there was confusion in her look as she stared back at Avery with uncertainty.

Anastasia was desperate to escape, however, she needed to know why Avery—a girl she met a few hours ago, wanted to help her all of a sudden.

“And why would you want to do that?” Anastasia questioned, cleaning her tears from earlier with the back of her hands. She glanced up at the ceiling to check if the cameras installed were directed at their corner. Luckily for them, it wasn’t.

She watched as the head of the camera turned to another side before her gaze refocused on Avery who was staring back at her with cold eyes devoid of any emotion.

There was something weird about her Anastasia couldn’t quite point out.

The girl looked broken but to what extent? Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder.

“Because I also want to escape from here, it’s that simple,” Avery replied, a faint yet evident grin pulling on the corners of her lips, her gaze fixed on Anastasia without blinking at all which Anastasia wouldn’t deny creeped her out.

Anastasia tried to study the girl.

Avery’s clothes were changed, and there wasn’t any trail of blood on her legs anymore. Her hair was neatly combed back as they cascaded gently on her shoulders.

However, those eye bags remained there, in contrast with her pale skin they made her look like a ghost.

“Look, you must have misunderstood something, but I don’t want to escape from here—”

As soon as those words left her lips, Avery chuckled at her.

“Oh please, Anastasia. After what happened today, I’m sure you want to escape. Besides, who wouldn’t want to…” She trailed off, her hand on her hair as she twirled it between her fingers. “Leave from here?” She finished.

Anastasia wasn’t sure if Avery was going to help her out. The girl looked creepy, but there was something in her face that made it unreadable to understand her words.

“Why would you want to help me escape from here?” Anastasia questioned.

“Because you need it. You’ve lost your memories, and from the looks of things, Xander and Michelle are out to make you suffer to pay for the crimes of your husband, whoever he is…”

Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder how Avery already knew so much about her when she had just been freed only a few hours ago.

“And I also plan to escape from here. So from the goodness of my heart, I want to help you.”

“Why should I trust you?” Anastasia questioned.

Avery chuckled lightly. “I’m not asking you to trust me. I don’t even need your trust. But it’s all up to you. I’ll give you time to decide. If you come with me, we can both escape from here on the day of The crimson hunt. It’s a busy day, so escaping shouldn’t be difficult. But of course, that will be if you’re willing to come with me,” Avery finished.

Anastasia stared at Avery with a dark expression, but deep inside, she was eager to leave the place but also curious to know if Avery was really going to help her out.

“How long have you been in here?” She asked.

Avery looked slightly taken aback by Anastasia’s question, but she sighed and regained her posture.

“I’ve been here for two years. And before you ask, I’ve been sold a few times, but returned because my buyers can’t handle my craziness in bed,” she replied.

Anastasia grimaced, then clamped her mouth shut.

“Think about it, Anastasia. When you’ve made your decision, we can both escape from here,” Avery concluded, then walked towards her room which was opposite Anastasia’s, and went inside, leaving her alone in the hallway.

Anastasia sighed, her head running a thousand miles as she tried to understand what had just happened.

She gave Avery’s door one last glance before she walked inside her room.

**

“Xander, you need to stay still so that I can treat the injuries properly,” Samantha said as she held onto Xander’s foot where Xavier had shot him early.

Without further warning, she dabbed the spirited cotton swabs on the outer layer of the skin, cleaning the blood before digging it inside the hole the bullet had created.

“What the fuck Samantha!!” Xander swore, instinctively taking his foot back as he hissed in pain. “You did that intentionally,” he accused and she didn’t bother to defend herself.

“I did!” She agreed. “You acted like some animal today so I thought I should teach you some lesson, don’t you think?”

Xander’s gaze softened when it fell on the blood stain on her forehead.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” He asked as his thumb made contact with the skin but she ended up flinching in pain. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s alright. I’ve long ago gotten used to your bad temper. This is nothing.” She shrugged.

Silently, she took Xander’s foot and bandaged it up while his gaze still lingered on her, watching her.

“You should think of what to do with Michelle. She’s starting to do things on her own and if she’s not careful, I’ll be the one to slit her throat,” she warned, and Xavier released a chuckle. “I’m not joking. She’s starting to test my patience. She only came here about six months ago, and you’ve given her so much privilege.”

“She thinks she’s untouchable just because I allowed her to stay here and do whatever she likes. But you don’t have to worry about that. Once I’m done with her, I’ll throw her away like trash.”

Samantha kept silent for a few seconds, wondering if she should say what was on her mind.

Without a second thought, she blurted out, “Stop sleeping with her too.”