Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 321

“You might not care about your lives, but I care about mine,” Nathan continued. “How can I die before avenging my girlfriend?”

I bit my lip, not daring to breathe. As Nathan got closer, my heart raced. Feeling Blake’s heartbeat against mine was oddly calming.

“Nothing accomplished all night…” Nathan mumbled as he walked past our tree.

We stayed frozen until his footsteps faded completely. Blake slowly removed his hand from my mouth.

“We should go,” I whispered, trying to move. My legs had turned to jelly. I nearly collapsed, but Blake caught me.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Fine… just… my legs went weak.”

“From tension?” Blake sounded surprised.

“It’s life or death! He’s armed and crazy!” I snapped. “You might not fear death, but I do!”

If the hollow hadn’t been so narrow and Blake wasn’t holding me up, I would’ve collapsed entirely.

“If only Audrey had thought the same way,” Blake said quietly.

I looked up, eyes narrowing. “You think… Audrey didn’t value her life?”

“If she had, I would’ve known about her illness earlier, and wouldn’t have…” He didn’t finish.

I watched the remorse on his face and couldn’t help a mocking smile. “I may not be Audrey, but I’ve seen the news about you two.”

with Laurel Rose. If

her?”

attention? To keep you away from Laurel?”

same illness Laurel was faking. If both told you they had cancer, who would you

cancer

his eyes. “I’ve

medical resources that should have been hers, you gave to Laurel. What right do you have now to say she didn’t value her

us. Blake finally looked up, his face filled with sadness

said softly. “I never gave her a

a knot in my chest

needing to end this

was probably tearing the place apart looking for me by now. The man wouldn’t rest until he found me

–

that’s just how he

1/2

the thought

Blake grabbed my arm after a few

“Why not? He’s gone.”

“But his van is

about his next move…”

be walking straight to

muttered. “So we’re stuck

camp out forever because some psycho might be waiting. No phones, no way to call for help

wrong.

wrist, then scowled, remembering the kidnapper had taken his