Novel Sweet
Chapter 1834
Chapter 1834
Chapter 1834 Push Him Into The Line Of Fire
The weather was exceptionally good that day. The sun shone brightly, chasing the cold away. I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, basking in the sun. Out of the blue, Nathaniel appeared at the bedroom door.
The instant I spotted him, the peace that had suffused me crumbled into nothingness, and my expression darkened in a flash.
He walked over to me, his steps were slow and unsteady. Every single step he took probably tugged at his wound, for his brows creased slightly.
“I’m back,” he announced.
He stood half a meter away from me, and his voice was calm and indifferent.
“You’ve never visited me once during the whole two weeks.” He gave a bark of self-derisive laughter.
So, he’s here to reprimand me?
I had nothing to say to him; hence, I stood up and headed out the door.
Nathaniel reached out and grabbed my arms, a hint of weariness staining his eyes. “Do you really detest seeing me that much?” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Slap! I swung my hand and struck him across the face.
Stunned, Nathaniel froze for a long moment. A flash of murder flitted across his face, but he promptly suppressed it and coaxed me patiently, “Okay, you’ve vented your anger, so please stop throwing a tantrum.”
Slap! I slapped him in the same spot but even harder this time.
In the next instant, I snapped and lost all control. I struck him across the face again and again with both hands.
Swaying slightly, Nathaniel tried to stop me. “All right, that’s enough, Scarlett. Don’t challenge my bottom line.”
I ignored him, baling my hands into fists and raining blows upon him desperately with all my might. “You’re a devil! A murderer, in fact! You killed a mother, she had such a beautiful life! Just go and die!”
“Stop! That’s enough! Scarlett!” He finally blew his top and clutched at my arms, keeping me immobile. Then, he forced me to look into his eyes. “Why? Why must you treat me in such a manner? Scarlett, I risked my life to save you, yet you’re blaming me instead?”
“It was Mr. Jensen who sent someone to kill Rose!” I roared, glaring at him with eyes brimming with sheer hatred. “I recognized the gun in the boy’s hand! Do you think that I would be in the dark just because you don’t say anything?”
Nathaniel stiffened, making it clear as day that he didn’t expect me to have guessed the truth. He remained rooted to the spot, at a loss for words.
Sneering, I started struggling once more. “Let go of me! Don’t touch me with your hands that are stained with the blood of countless innocent lives! I find it revolting!”
Nathaniel merely stood there motionlessly like a statue, neither allowing me to leave nor uttering a single word.
A long while later, he sighed as though exhausted to the core. “What would you have me do for you to forget all that?”
“I’ll never forget about it!” I blurted.
“The matter has to be resolved sooner or later. You can never leave me, and it doesn’t benefit either of us for you to hold a grudge within you. Just say the word. As long as it’s something within my capability, I’ll do it without the slightest hesitation,” Nathaniel offered placidly.
Hah! My grudge isn’t just because of Rose alone. How forgetful of him! Ashton said we’ll avenge her, and she died at Mr. Jensen’s order. Fine, then. I’m also going to push him into the line of fire!
“Well, unless you break away from Mr. Jensen and no longer commit all those heinous deeds henceforth. I know it’s within your capability. You’ve got legal businesses.” I narrowed my eyes as I probed at his bottom line.
Mr. Jensen almost took his life just because he wanted to keep me by his side. What would the consequences be if he were to leave that criminal organization?
Nathaniel’s expression went cold, and his grip on me loosened considerably. His gaze turned unfocused for a moment, and he didn’t reply immediately.
He knew full well the price he would have to pay if he were to do so.
“Why, are you reluctant to do so? Sure enough, money earned through reprehensible means and days spent killing people are more important to you compared to me!” I drawled mockingly.
Then, I added, “That’s fine. This is a game, after all. The fact that you can’t do it only proves that you’re as outstanding as Ashton and will never lose your sensibility because of love. The only difference is he once did it for my sake. That’s why I can’t forget him until this very day. You, on the other hand, are smarter. You don’t sacrifice anything; thus, you won’t lose anything. When you’re sick of me, you won’t be harassed by me either. You’re the smartest!”