Falling for a Lie: My Stepbrother's Hidden Revenge

Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Sylvia kicked the side of his waist. Feeling the blooming of a spasming pain, Eder was a little stunned.

He subconsciously rubbed the sore area. Yet before he could completely process what just happened, Sylvia had already moved quickly and was able to grab the decorative vase on the bedside table, intending to smash it on his head.

Eder merely covered his head and braced for impact.

He didn’t want to fight back. He didn’t dodge either. He simply let her do what she wanted.

The vase landed onto his back three times in a row.

Fortunately, because she was dizzy, she wasn’t quite in control of her own hands yet. The impact wasn’t

that strong.

It still hurt when it collided with his bones, however.

Eder felt like he was about get a trauma from this.

He thought morosely, ‘In the future, there should never be anything that can be used as a murder weapon on our bedside table!”

After the few hits she managed to land with very little damage, Sylvia had enough and slammed the vase against the corner of the table. It shattered. And then she pointed it at him again.

“Sylvia!”

Eder flinched. He was afraid that the sharp edges of the broken porcelain in her hand would actually

hurt him.

Because he hesitated, he wasn’t able to dodge in time. The chipped porcelain scratched his right collarbone. It was a relatively shallow cut, but it was still enough to draw blood. The collar of his white shirt eventually got stained with red.

For the second time, Sylvia intended to cut his neck, but if she cut wrongly, she could only scratch his

collarbone.

Taking advantage of her momentary pause, Eder quickly grabbed her wrist and threw off the porcelain

in her hand.

Sylvia glared angrily at his mask, “Eder! You’re wearing this shit on purpose to scare me, aren’t you?! Let me see how ugly your face is under this mask!”

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“No, L…”

He wasn’t given the chance to explain as Sylvia knocked their foreheads together.

When his grip loosened in surprise, Sylvia wriggled her wrists free and managed to knock hús mask offf

Eder was stunned. He had never expected her to be this fierce when drunk!

Soon, he realized that the mask had fallen off, and he turned his back to her guiltily. He couldn’t even will

himself to look back.

However,

a

loudly suddenly stopped talking and

his head halfway and looked out of the corner of

turned out, Sylvia had already collapsed, unconscious on the

sigh of relief despite

his hand and touched something wet When he checked his hand to

just transpired. All he knew was that his body was in pain

was so

her, yet even while drunk,

be Adrain. Next, she wanted to fight him off and even seemed determined to murder him right then and there. These consecutive events accumulated a

nose began to feel sour, and his eyes felt hot. Eventually, even his eyelashes

the blood on his fingers, Sylvia, who was on the bed, stirred and opened her eyes slightly.

could vaguely perceive her

head and

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kind of look

she recognize

He suddenly felt anxious as he quickly tried

he could say anything, however, Sylvía sat up, leaned closer to him, and

again. As expected, I can only see you in my dreams. Your face seems to be a

burped right on Eder’s face, and the strong aroma of wine

and he could

dream, and I have the final say!”

to move closer to him while smiling

daze, he felt a pair of soft lips

on his lips didn’t disappear. The realization

just… kiss him?!

away with a satisfied smile, but the haziness in her eyes was an indication

drunk.

frozen in place.

knew what she was going to do next

the face? Kick

gaze, Sylvia’s small hands gently wrapped around his waist. Her eyes scanned him from head to toe and found the bloodstains on the collar of his shirt.

hurt in my dreams? Who did this? I’ll kill

couldn’t help but soften at

for someone else, the way she was

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“I’m fine. It

Sylvia’s mouth

“But I’m worried.”

in and pressed a gentle kiss on his wound.

kitten comforting an

between the gentleness of the current moment versus the way she was so determined to beat him earlier

“Sylvia, you…”

get

on his collarbone was like a drip of honey. It sweetened

arms around her waist tightly, unwilling

he was also afraid that this moment would end so soon and he would lose her

wished time could stop