"Pull her up," lody Thorne spoke,
Ivy was pulled up again, and began breathing heavily, gradually gaining strength.
"Throw her down."
"Splash," Ivy fell down once more.
Seeing her near death, yet being pulled up again, unable to die yet.
"When did she beco so ruthless?" Timothy Lockwood wondered. When she first married Jared Quinn, she couldn’t even bring herself to kill an ant.
Jared Quinn’s gaze was sowhat complicated; he strode over and covered lody Thorne’s eyes with one hand, "Don’t look."
He didn’t want to see her cold-blooded side; this deanor didn’t belong to lody Thorne.
Ever since lody Thorne erged from the seawater, she had been holding on, holding on for revenge. She wanted Ivy to feel that sa sensation but wouldn’t easily let her die.
Upon really seeing the mont Ivy got punished, aside from satisfaction, the deep-rooted hatred within her was slowly dissipating.
Ivy wasn’t her opponent anymore.
"Don’t let her up," lody Thorne said before collapsing, unable to hold herself up.
"lody Thorne," Jared Quinn held her steadily in his arms, at that mont filled with murderous rage, his eyes brimming with killing intent sweeping over the sea.
Hospital.
The sll of disinfectant was strong.
The woman on the hospital bed was already dressed in clean clothes; she was now asleep but not at ease, beads of sweat densely scattered across her forehead, she dread of Jared Quinn jumping into the sea to save her, and neither of them coming up.
She told him to go away, but he insisted on clinging to her, resulting in both of them dying.
She was about to hate him to death.
"Ugh..." lody Thorne finally managed to make a sound; the suffocating feeling gradually disappeared.
She moved her hand, her chest feeling uncomfortable, but her hand didn’t return as she wished; instead, it was tightly gripped by a pair of large hands.
lody Thorne turned her head, her eyes t with a pair of extrely deep and dark phoenix eyes, within them seed to be a layer of dark ink spreading out, making it hard to read, emotions ambiguous.
Vaguely, her reflection gradually appeared in those unparalleled phoenix eyes, getting clearer...
Her gaze shifted away, as her arm moved down, the large well-defined hand was nearly the size of both her hands, the clean white finger joints akin to a perfect piece of art, cold without any temperature.
And her hand was tightly enveloped...
Like a good haven, she just needed to stay quietly, he would shield her from storms, betray the whole world.
This feeling and vision always reminded lody Thorne of another scene, softness and firmness always the most beautiful combination, even on the bed, naturally satisfying each other.
The hand being held felt incredibly safe.
"Swish," lody Thorne withdrew her hand; she hated that feeling the most,
All light vanished in Jared Quinn’s eyes, he leaned over, his voice hoarse, "Awake?"
lody Thorne’s gaze dodged as she responded with a soft "Mm."
The scene from the dream was still vivid; she dread both she and Jared Quinn had died, died in the sea.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Jared Quinn reached for a towel nearby, slowly wiping the sweat off her forehead, the distance close, his mature and heavy male presence densely perating her every pore.
"I’ll do it myself," lody Thorne reacted strongly, pushing away Jared Quinn’s large hand.
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