Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 279

| froze Just as I opened my eyes, the hand on my neck tightened slowly. The feeling of being unable to breathe was extremely unsettling

Nell Whitmore looked menacingly cold and shockingly ruthless. His gaze was sharper than a knife

“Where’s Stella” Why is it you?” I forced myself to speak, pushing Neil’s hand away

Do you want other people to see you seducing men?” Neil’s fingers gripped me hard and then let go. He questioned me angrily.

He dared to question me?

A surge of anger erupted from within me. I was incredibly furious. “Let go of me! You jerk! What right do you have to control me?”

“I have the right because you’re mine now! If not, where’s the sincerity in our reconciliation? Neil let go of me, his eyes full of possessiveness

I scoffed sat up, and grabbed a glass of wine from the table, draining it in one gulp. I wiped the corner of my mouth and turned to Neil, “Do you really care about me? Do you really love me? When you were with me, did you ever think about Karina Aaron?”

“And your unborn child.” I poured another glass of wine, adding that sentence expressionlessly

Suddenly, I felt the temperature around me drop sharply, making me want to put on my coat

Neil probably didn’t expect me to know about that, hence his strong reaction.

We remained silent, like two statues.

After a while, Neil spoke, “Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter who told me. The fact is, Karina was pregnant with your child when she committed suicide. What a pity” I drank glass after glass of wine, never stopping I didn’t care if my body could take it

was about to continue drinking, Neil snatched the wine glass

and said, “Neil, you’re going to hell!

stared at me with

didn’t care. I was used to that life.

continued to drink heavily planning to get smashed

it on the floor. The sound of

water pushed the door in and said,

The waiter immediately

Finch, even if I’m going to hell. I’ll take you with me, Neil yanked me off the sofa and into his arms. His voice was chilling. “This is the

Neil

Even though I was drunk, unsteady and being held tightly

with him would have meant certain defeat, a slap didn’t count as a fight, and Neil wouldn’t have hit me back over that

touched the corner of his wounded lip, then

of me Let go I started to scream.

to his chest, my back against him, then twisted my arms behind my back and tied them

as drunk as I was now,

with one hand, pressing my upper body directly onto the sofa. It was a

uncontrollably flowed from my eyes, I sobbed and cursed him loudly. “Weill I curse you to die without a proper buriall You’re

Neil’s voice was as cold as a judge sentencing a criminal, yet flirtatious like lovers bantering

myself to sober up quickly, but the next

I felt dizzy and uncomfortable I couldn’t even remember how I got

me in the bathtub. A pair of hands roamed over my body

the soft

dreamed of

appeared near and far

my head was

Finch, are you awake? I made some honey water. You should drink