His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 198: Annie, I’ll Never Leave You Again

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Annie, I’ll Never Leave You Again

After the book signing ended, Kiana Sutton didn’t know if she was just too exhausted, or if it was something else—she simply couldn’t summon any energy.

She didn’t go to the dinner party, just grabbed something to eat and went back to her room.

There was a pleasant scent in the room; she assumed the housekeepers left it while cleaning, and didn’t give it much thought.

Her flight was scheduled for tomorrow, but she missed Ethan Sinclair so much she wanted to go back early.

As she was checking flights on her phone, an overwhelming drowsiness suddenly hit her.

Just then, a WeChat message popped up—her fingers were almost too weak to press, but she managed to open it. It was from Ethan Sinclair.

"When are you coming back?"

The tone oozed impatience. Kiana was just about to reply when her vision went dark; she collapsed heavily onto the bed, and her phone slipped from her hand.

Ten minutes later, her hotel room door opened, and a tall, slender man quietly walked in.

Shane Lawson saw Kiana Sutton already asleep, so he gently picked her up and laid her properly on the bed, resting her head on the pillow.

Watching her sweet, sleeping face, he reached out and softly caressed her cheek.

His Kiana—in childhood, she’d been adorable and sweet, and now, as she grew, she was even more enticing.

Shane’s mind drifted instantly to when he first met Kiana Sutton.

For as long as he could remember, Shane knew he was different from others: he had a mother who spent all day dwelling on her first love, and a deranged father.

That man called "father" was a total lunatic—he savored the process of torturing and killing, and to him, people and animals alike were just beasts.

As for Shane... he’d always been raised as heir, exposed from a young age to the filthiest, bloodiest scenes.

He didn’t know how many times he’d moved homes with his parents; they never stayed anywhere for long before leaving again.

To him, the noisy and dull world held zero interest; he even wished that everyone would drop dead—at least then, it’d be quiet.

Until he met Kiana.

He could clearly remember what happened that day: he had witnessed that deranged man kill a boy about his age, forced to watch, gazing blankly as the boy pleaded for help—inside, Shane felt nothing.

Each time his father finished with murder, he’d reward Shane with something. That day, it was a violin.

Standing alone in the golden wheat field, Shane played the violin as the breeze ran through, making the wheat rustle; he performed "The Devil’s Trill."

Only music could let him fully relax.

When the piece ended, he lingered in that field for ages; as he finally turned to head home, he saw a little girl in a floral dress, staring right at him—her huge, fluttering eyes glittered with admiration.

She looked like a perfect porcelain doll—cute and beautiful, with dimples that appeared when she smiled.

Seeing her smile made his heart race; he’d never felt that before, as if an angel had come to save him.

Normally, none of this mattered to him, but that day, as he walked toward her, his legs shook with excitement.

"You must be the neighbor who moved in last month! I was staying at my grandma’s for a while, just got back today and saw you. Hi, I’m Kiana Sutton—Kiana from the Suttons. You can just call me Kiana."

"Shane Lawson—Shane as in ’swift and determined,’ Lawson as in ’gentleman,’ and the careful, cautious Shane."

"Wow... your name is so cool!"

"Heh... is it?"

"Yeah, yeah. What were you just playing? It sounded amazing."

"The Devil’s Trill."

Maybe the word "Devil" startled her—her expression flickered, but she quickly grinned again, "That’s a weird name, haha..."

From then on, he started going to the fields to play violin more often, and she would show up whenever she could to listen; gradually, they started talking more and more.

"Shane, are you sad?"

"Happy? What’s happiness?"

Young Kiana was baffled by the question; she thought and thought, finally beaming, "Happiness is being glad, is feeling like everything is beautiful, no matter what you’re thinking or doing, and then you just smile from your heart."

"Then I am happy right now."

Every single moment spent with her was happiness.

"Really? Then why don’t you smile?"

"How do you smile?"

She gave him a big grin, "Like this! You open your mouth and show your teeth..."

Shane tried to smile, but he thought he must look awful, so soon his expression returned to cold indifference.

He loved being around her—as long as she was nearby, his gray world grew vibrant and colorful.

This lasted for two years, until the psycho set his sights on her.

He said, "That little girl looks too perfect—the more perfect something is, the more fun it is to destroy."

For the first time, Shane wanted to rebel, so the psycho gave him two choices.

Either bring her into their twisted world, or kill her himself.

After finally meeting someone who cared for him, who wasn’t afraid of him, who was so pure—how could he bear it?

So, he purposely let her witness his cruelty, but he hadn’t realized how timid she was; after that, she couldn’t speak anymore.

He felt terribly guilty—he could never hear her sweet voice calling his name again, nor her singing for him.

And so, he decided to kill the psycho.

Coincidentally, around then the psycho kidnapped two boys; for the first time, he met his match—one boy wounded him with an axe.

After those boys escaped, Shane was nearby. He went in personally and finished the job—putting an end to the bastard who had tormented him and tried to kill Kiana.

The man died with a smile, claiming he’d finally groomed a worthy heir.

Later, the police came looking for them; his mother, who’d studied law, expertly distanced herself and her son from everything—she was good at that.

But to avoid suspicion, she took him to Vorland.

More than ten years went by before he finally returned.

"Kiana, this time, I’ll never leave you again."

Even in her sleep, Kiana Sutton was restless, her brow furrowed tight.

He reached out and gently smoothed her brow, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I’m waiting for the day we meet properly."

When Kiana Sutton woke up again, she looked even worse.

She’d had surreal, nightmarish dreams all night—horrific and bloody scenes over and over.

She let out a heavy sigh. She’d meant to go home last night, but exhaustion took her, and she had no idea when she’d drifted off.

"Knock knock knock..."

The door suddenly sounded; Kiana Sutton got out of bed to answer, only to find Ethan Sinclair standing there, face tense and gloomy.

Kiana froze for a moment—why was Ethan Sinclair here?

Maybe it was her imagination, but when Ethan saw her, it was like he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he started scolding her, "Why didn’t you reply to my message? Why did you turn off your phone?"

Only now did Kiana remember—Ethan Sinclair must have sent her a WeChat last night, and before she could reply, she’d already fallen asleep.

Did her phone run out of battery and shut off?

So, was he actually worried and came here just for her?

Thinking that, Kiana’s heart felt warm. She threw herself into Ethan Sinclair’s arms, hugging his lean waist tightly...