My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Feed His Him Balls?
In her hands was a gun that was pointed at them. However, she dropped it, not minding the guns pointed at her.

She slowly walked towards Anastasia with slow and countable steps, tears pooling in her eyes, her body trembling as if she was freezing.

When she reached Anastasia, she gently cupped her cheeks as her tears fell. “You’re Anastasia?”

Anastasia couldn’t bring herself to reply. Her saliva was stuck in her throat, nearly causing her to choke. This was supposed to be a harmless escape without her identity being figured out by anyone, especially by a family member.

Her feet felt glued to the ground, and even the simplest task of walking or reacting became an insurmountable challenge.

Tracie’s hands were still on Anastasia’s face, then she slowly moved them to her hair, picking the strands of the brown hair and watching it flow down her fingers.

Tracie’s hands were shaking, her lips trembling as her gaze landed on Anastasia once again.

“You’re Anastasia?” She asked once again, but Anastasia still couldn’t bring herself to reply. It was like time had stopped, and the faint sounds of the gunshots had completely disappeared.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, but she was suddenly moved to tears. Tears pooled in her eyes, tears she wanted to hold back and that alone gave Tracie the reply she needed.

Without wasting a single moment, Tracie hugged Anastasia so tightly she gasped for breath. The hug felt familiar. It was warm. It was safe. It was everything she thought she didn’t need, everything that led her to decide not to go back to her family.

Even without remembering a single thing about Tracie, she felt this unspeakable bond that led her to wrap her arms around Tracie, and without warning, she sobbed so painfully Tracie could almost feel the pain she’d been going through.

Anastasia sobbed while Julian signaled his henchmen to lower their guns.

Julian might have been surprised about Tracie finding them all of a sudden, but he was glad to see Anastasia hugging her so tightly and shedding all those tears she’d never let slip out of her eyes since she’d woken up from her coma.

He was aware she needed someone close by her side, and he was glad they’d finally found someone.

Thankfully, they were deep in the forest, so both the sister’s sobbing couldn’t be heard by anyone except the midnight owls.

Anastasia sobbed so hard, that her tears completely drenched Tracie’s shirt. However, the latter didn’t mind at all.

Before they could realize it, they were both on the ground with Tracie patting Anastasia on the back.

They were there for minutes until Anastasia finally stopped crying—her tears had finally run out.

Tracie cupped Anastasia’s cheeks one more time, staring at her with watery eyes and the urge to sob again arose but she held it back.

“Why didn’t you come back to us? We were worried about you” She questioned with a stern voice, but there was a touch of concern underlying each word that flew out of her mouth.

Anastasia parted her lips to speak, but no words could come out.

Julian immediately interjected.

“Ms. Clark, I believe your colleagues will be looking for you by now. No one must find you here with Anastasia—”

“What are you talking about? She’s coming with me,” Tracie interrupted, glaring at the gigantic man standing in front of her.

Instinctively, she pulled Anastasia by her side.

“I don’t know the kinds of lies you’ve been feeding her, but she will no longer be staying with you. She’s coming back with me!”

“Tracie,” Anastasia softly called. “You need to go now.”

Tracie frowned when she heard her voice.

“What happened to your voice?” She asked, confused and worried now.

“I’m not coming back yet. I need to complete my revenge before heading back. Please go now,” she insisted with a firm expression as she wiped her face clean of her tears.

Tracie could see that Anastasia had made her decision, and from the looks of things, there wasn’t anything she could do to change her mind. At least at that moment since she doesn’t have much time.

Gritting her teeth, she faced the huge man before her.

“Get me a pen and paper.”

Julian first cocked his eyebrow at her in confusion before he reached for the paper and pen Alex was holding up. He handed it over to her and immediately, Tracie scribbled in a long line of digits with a name on top of it.

She tore the piece of paper and folded the part that contained the digits and name.

“This is my phone number. Whenever you can, give me a phone call.” Although the last thing Tracie wanted was to leave Anastasia in the hands of people she didn’t know, she believed Anastasia could take care of herself.

She had a lot of questions, especially about her appearance which looked different from the Anastasia she knew.

Tracie opened Anastasia’s palm, and slipped the paper in.

Then she turned to Julian with narrowed eyes. Swiftly, she picked up her gun faster than they could register everything, making Julian’s henchmen immediately point there at her in defense, ready to shoot.

“I’ll remember your face. If anything happens to her, I swear to God I’ll haunt you wherever you are, tear you balls, feed it to you before I send you back to your creator.” Her eyes were tinted with rage, and Julian couldn’t decipher if it was from crying or from rage.

Whichever, he cared for his life.

Tracie glanced at each of them, scribbling their faces in her mind before she turned to Anastasia, her gaze softening.

“Call me,” she said.

“I will,” she replied with a small smile on her lips. “But promise me you won’t tell them you saw me.”

“I promise.” Tracie sighed before she turned and headed back to where she was coming from.

Anastasia watched Tracie disappear into the bushes, surprisingly glad she’d met with a family member.

She took a look at the paper Tracie had slipped into her palms earlier, her smile stretching.