Facade of Love

Chapter 125

Chapter 125 Seeking Death

Holding the knife in my hand, I looked at Lucas, increasingly realizing that his psychopathy had

reached an extreme

Since when did watching someone kill become his hobby?

“Why? Don’t have the nerve? Or can’t bear to do it?” He squinted at me, then shifted his gaze to the young man, seemingly struck with another idea. He suddenly ordered the person next to him, “Cover his face, so our Yvette doesn’t feel reluctant.”

The young man was already terrified. He probably came here just for money, never imagining

that he would lose his life. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Lucas no longer allowed it.

Two men quickly put a hood over the young man’s head and tied his hands.

Seeing this, Lucas looked at me, satisfied, and said, “How about now? With this, you won’t be too soft -hearted, right?”

Looking at him, I was at a loss for words to describe his twisted nature. At that moment, the person I most wanted to kill was still him. Clutching the knife tightly, I suddenly lunged at his chest.

or more accurately, he had always been on guard against me. When

him dead made me throw the knife at

in time, and

it was just

a useless thing and was quickly restrained by Lucas’s men.

not speak, just looked down at the scratch on his arm. It was a light wound that was bleeding a little. He pressed his fingertip against it, squeezing out

a hint of mockery on his expressionless face, “Are you disappointed? You

burst into laughter, the residual blood on his l*ps making his smile all the more manic.

to leave me behind, and now you want to kill me. You really deserve to die!” He suddenly grabbed my hair and dragged me, smashing me against

b*dy spasm in pain. Before I could recover, he pulled me up again. I thought he would torture me again to

my hand and, without waiting for my reaction, dragged me, thrusting the

still wounded him. However, the knife did not hit any vital spot, sparing him

wanted: he wanted my hands to be stained with blood like his, to descend into hell

like him.

to carry the burden of a life, even in death. Realizing this, I knew he would not stop there. Almost without thinking, I turned the knife toward myself and

suddenly shouted.

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