Facade of Love

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.

had overestimated my ability. His reaction was extremely fast, or more accurately, he had always been on guard against me. When I lunged at him, he easily

him, the intense desire to see him dead made me throw the knife at him after he dodged.

and his arm was cut

it was just

useless thing

his arm. It was a light wound that was bleeding a little. He pressed his fingertip against it, squeezing out some blood, and tasted it.

a while, he looked up at me with a hint of mockery on his expressionless face, “Are you disappointed? You still

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

me. You really

pain. Before I could recover, he pulled me up again. I thought

the knife in my hand and, without waiting for

man but still wounded him. However, the knife did not hit any

Lucas wanted: he wanted my hands to be stained with blood like his,

like him.

death. Realizing this, I knew he

suddenly