“I’m not a murderer, Lite.”
Paulite rose up on the bed. Urgently, he closed our distance, his palm covered my face as he gently wiped my tears. “Hush. I believe you, J. I know you won’t do that.”
My chin shivered. I am scared. Why would Ana turn the table for me? What was her reason for pointing everything to me? I’ve been nice to her. I listened to her, to everything. Then why would she blame me?
“I have a bad feeling that Ana won’t say that. Someone is trying to control her to put all the blame on me.”
Paulite pulled me on his arms. We were silent for a couple of minutes before he took a sharp breath. “I can’t invite my friend over here. I needed to secure your safety. J, we will postpone our wedding.” He gently caressed my shoulder. “You understand me, right?”
My moo
