Lucinda’s heart ached. She was consumed by guilt. She held up his face with her trembling hands and said, “You’re such an idiot. You never held me back. It’s… it’s me who held you back. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have suffered like this. I should be the one saying sorry.”
Nathan’s heart softened when he saw her tears.
An impulse surged within him to embrace her, to tenderly comfort her and ki*s away her sorrowful tears.
Yet, Kyson’s words lingered in his mind, casting a restless shadow over him.
He stifled his inner urges and said with a sad tone, “I volunteered for this, and it has nothing to do with you. Besides… I don’t need your pity. I don’t want you to take care of me out of guilt.”
As time passed, she would grow weary of him.
He didn’t want to bind her to him because of guilt, nor did he want her to endure the agony and crumble when he eventually passed away by her side.
Lucinda frowned. The more she listened, the more her anger flared.
“Nathan! What on earth are you saying? Is this because I’ve too nice to you lately? That you desperately try to piss me off now?”
Nathan could sense the danger emanating from her. With his hands finally liberated from her grasp, he instinctively kept a distance from her and prevented her from getting closer.
However, Lucinda was already aware of his health issue. She showed no concern whatsoever for his resistance.
To her, he was now nothing more than a sick patient who had always found a way to provoke her.
She firmly caught hold of his restless hands again. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and a mischievous smile played on her face.
Raising her voice deliberately, Lucinda began to flirt with him.
“Oh, Mr. Payne, you’re just too weak to shake me off, aren’t you?
Shouldn’t you just be obedient?”
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Nathan was depressed. As a man, the urge to showcase his physical strength prevented him from admitting defeat.
Yet reality forced him to bow before the force of ‘evil.’
In serious inner turmoil, he looked as though he would rather die than surrender. He snorted coldly and averted his gaze.
He couldn’t conquer her, nor could he retaliate against her.
He felt wronged, but his anger could only simmer silently.
Observing his unwillingness to yield, Lucinda firmly grasped his chin and forced him to meet her gaze.
“It appears that the punishment is not enough. Do you want to see some blood?”
As soon as the words left her lips, Lucinda leaned in once more, intending to bite his swollen lips hard.