PopularNovelChapter 330 The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom for what felt like ages.
In the end, the girl was carried out, cheeks flushed deep red, barely able to sit upright in the man's arms as he patiently fed her, spoonful by spoonful.
The young man's dark hair was damp and tousled, a bathrobe thrown loosely over his shoulders. The robe gaped open at his chest, revealing sculpted lines and a languid ease that conly after indulging his desires. He was in good spirits, not the least bit bothered that the girl had bitten his ear hard enough to draw blood. He ignored the fresh wound, focusing instead on coaxing her to eat.
But the girl had no strength left.
She turned away from the spoon he brought to her lips, bracing a trembling hand against his chest, pushing him away in protest. When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"When will you finally letgo?" "You wanted to sleep with me, fine. You've had your way. Now letleave-I swear, I won't tell a soul." She wanted nothing more than to get out.
She was sick of being locked in this place, staring at the sfour walls, seeing only one face, confined to this endless, suffocating routine.
This wasn't a life; it was a prison sentence. Her dignity and willpower had been trampled underfoot. It felt like she was drowning, spiraling further into the abyss with each passing day.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer mind was on the verge of collapse.
If only she could leave, if only she could return to a normal life-she could endure anything. But Lysander had to give her hope.
Just a sliver of hope that she could get out.
Lysander gazed at her, his face unreadable, voice cool and measured despite the flicker of anger in her eyes.
"It's not enough. Not yet." "What more do you want from me?!" Mila summoned what little energy she had, trying to push herself up, but he held her firmly in his lap, refusing to let her go. He bent his head, grazing her ear with his teeth in a playful bite.
"You know exactly what I want." Her eyes instantly brimmed with tears-furious, helpless tears.
Days of pent-up anger and resentment burst out at once. She snapped, snatching a fork from the tray and, with all her remaining strength, drove it toward him.
She hated him. Hated him more than words could say.
Everything had been within reach-her chance at a fresh start, a lifeline she'd been desperate to seize. But Lysander had destroyed it all.
He'd deceived her, discarded her, treated her like she was nothing and now he dared demand her love? The audacity was almost laughable.
He wanted everything, always.
Lysander saw the fire in her eyes, the desperation in her trembling hand as the fork plunged toward him. Yet he didn't flinch, letting the prongs pierce his shoulder. Blood welled up around the wound.
It wasn't deep.
After what had happened in the bathroom, Mila barely had any strength left. The fork slipped off his skin almost as soon as it struck, a thin trail of blood tracing down his chest.
Blood glistened on his ear and shoulder, but his expression remained calm. He gathered the shaking girl close, his voice gentle.
"Feel better now?" Mila's eyes shone red with tears as she bit down on his shoulder, hard, drawing even more blood. The metallic scent filled the air while her hot tears spilled down her cheeks.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Her tears mixed with his blood, soaking into his skin. Lysander's body tensed, but he never let go. If anything, he held her tighter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis eyes, too, grew suspiciously bright.
She clung to him, biting for what felt like ages. But when her emotions finally pushed her past her limit, she fainted in his arms. Her face was pale, lips stained crimson from his blood-a vivid, jarring contrast.
Lysander lowered his head.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her bloodied lips, tasting the metallic tang as he tried
to gather her pain into himself. His eyes shimmered red at the corners, a storm of desperate determination swirling in their depths-a madness that would drown everything else. "I gave you a chance." "You didn't want it." So don't blme.
Once he was sure Mila was asleep, Lysander left the bedroom. He called for the housekeeper to glean up the spilled food on the floor. Downstairs in the foyer, Leonard waited for him, frowning at the sight of the blood staining his robe. Lysander sank into the leather sofa.
Leonard fetched the first aid kit and began tending to his wounds, speaking quietly as he worked. "Sir, your grandfather wants to see you." "What does he want this time?"
Leonard hesitated. "I've heard he's been looking into the daughters of several prominent families. He probably wants you to meet them, settle on an engagement soon." Lysander gave a cold, humorless laugh.
"Since when does anyone else get to decide who I marry?" Leonard kept his gaze lowered. "Sir, your grandfather's heard rumors about what's been going on here. If you don't go to him, I suspect he'll cto you."
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