PopularNovelChapter 228 The scattered documents on the floor told the entire story.
Lysander, unable to suppress his anger, sank his teeth into her neck, leaving a shocking, crimson mark long after he pulled away.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and tossed her onto the bed.
Desperate for air, Mila coughed violently, gasping to fill her lungs with much-needed oxygen, barely comprehending what had just happened.
Lysander's long fingers gently brushed the hair from her face as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket with the other hand. Leaning in close, his voice was a husky whisper in her ear, laced with a disturbing tenderness. "Darling, let's have another child." He should never have worried about her feelings these past few days. He had been holding back for too long! The words hit Mila like a sledgehammer. Despite her struggle to catch her breath, she immediately tried to flee.
But her strength was no match for a man teetering on the edge of rage.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer clothes peeled away like paper, her delicate skin pressed against his heat. In panic, her hand flailed, grasping blindly until she found something solid and, without a thought, brought it down on the man who was losing control.
"Crash" The sound of shattering glass drowned out everything else, bringing all movement to a halt.
Blood dripped onto her pale cheeks, pooling at the corners of her eyes before tracing a path downwards, chilling her to the core.
Mila stared, stunned, at the man above her, equally frozen.
Blood streamed from Lysander's head, falling drop by drop onto her face, like crimson tears. He touched his head, red staining his fingers.
And then, unexpectedly, he laughed.
His laughter was low as he leaned down, biting her bloodless lips with force. The blood on his face mingled with theirs, spreading with their kiss, the taste of iron filling their mouths, a testament to his madness.
Mila trembled uncontrollably.
Moments later, he looked up, his gaze steady but lips stained with blood curling into a twisted smile. "Mila, you'll never forget me." With that, he collapsed onto her, the blood from his head soaking her neck, trailing downwards.
Mila shook all over.
She gasped for air, her mouth wide open, tears streaming uncontrollably, mingling with his blood in a chaotic mess. The remnants of a broken lamp fell from her trembling hand.
She was on the brink of losing her mind.
The commotion inside caught Leonard's attention from outside.
He set the child down, kicked the door open, and froze at the scene on the bed, quickly recovering his wits.
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He rushed inside, checking on the severely injured, unconscious man, calling for security to carefully lift him n and rush him to the hospital.
Leonard stayed behind, ensuring Mila was unharmed, gathered the scattered documents and phones, e lacked the door, left guards to watch over, and hurried downstairs with the child in his arms, heading for the hospital. Adrian clung to him, his face ashen.
He couldn't comprehend why his father was carried out, bleeding, and he wasn't allowed to see his mother.
But he had caught a glimpse when the door opened.
He saw it.
He couldn't know then that the image of his mother, bloodied and curled on the bed with tears of despair, would haunt him like a shadowy nightmare, lingering painfully in his heart for years to come.
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