"For just this week, I want to belong to Betty. Don’t call me again; I’ll block all your contact information in the next few days and then unblock it after the marriage."
After saying those words, he hung up the phone without waiting for me to respond.
I called his number again, but it was no longer connected. He had really blocked me.
The phone was turned off at that moment.
It was minus ten degrees outside, and my fingers were so stiff that I couldn't straighten them.
If I don't leave here, without water and electricity, I will die.
Knowing that there was still a bit of gas in my car's tank, I opened the car, let my phone charge a little, and then called my best friend.
My best friend said they would send someone to drive over immediately.
Half an hour later, my best friend sent a snowplow and an off-road vehicle.
In this way, I drove the snowplow in front and the off-road vehicle behind. Finally, at 10:30 PM, I managed to drive 20 to 30 miles to get home.
When Clyde saw me returning, his face hardened. He waved his hand, signaling the bodyguards to block me at the door.
"Angela, you didn’t understand what I told you, did you? Why do you keep coming to disturb me and Betty?"