Silly Bride novel (Winnie and Xavier)

It looks like Harold is going to choke me to death today. I’m an ordinary person who’ll meet my demise one day, but I refuse to die today, let alone die in that b*stard Harold’s hands!

As she didn’t have any weapons, she reached out and grabbed a handful of soil, hurling it at Harold’s eyes.

Although the soil itself isn’t harmful, human eyes are vulnerable. When a foreign object enters the eye, it tends to trigger an instinctive reaction.

As expected, Harold released his grip on Winnie’s neck and reached up to touch his eyes.

Winnie grabbed the chance to struggle and sit up, then deftly slipped out from under Harold’s body.

After sitting up, she noticed an iron rod behind her.

Harold’s eyes were still shut, so she quickly grabbed the iron rod and hit him.

However, she didn’t injure his vital organs, as he couldn’t die yet.

If he were to die, it was highly probable that no one would know where he placed the remaining bombs.

Should someone accidentally set off one of the explosives, the repercussions would be catastrophic.

With all her might, Winnie hit Harold’s arm and back repeatedly.

Harold had to cover his head with his hands and couldn’t find the opportunity to fight back.

Winnie wanted to break his legs so he couldn’t escape.

However, at that moment, Winnie felt an object pressed against the back of her head, causing her to stop hitting Harold.

she understood. “Stop! Put the rod down, or I’ll

realized this

moment she stopped, Harold slowly got to

contorted in hatred as he glared at

jaw, he snarled, “You had fun hitting me, right? Unfortunately, it’s now

reached to his back and pulled out

for time. Reinforcements have arrived. You have to make it out safely!”

someone had pointed a gun at Winnie’s

her best to even her breathing and stared at the gun barrel. “Are you planning on killing me this way? It’s quicker than choking me to

soon. I can’t believe you’re still in the mood to talk nonsense,” Harold said with a smirk, his voice dripping with disdain. The ugly scar on his face

that, he removed Winnie’s earpiece and tossed it on the ground, stomping

so I’m going to play a game with you.” He waved his gun. “See? This is a revolver which holds up to six cartridges.” He opened the magazine. “There are three bullets inside. If I

he spoke, he removed two bullets right

wanted

now there is one bullet left. Your chance of dying is now one in six. Isn’t that fun? Want to have

say no, will you

her back banged into the wall. “You have no choice

glared at him. “If this is a game, then it isn’t fair at all. You can’t be firing shots at me alone. You have to join in the game,

brushed the tip of his tongue against his lower gum ridge. “Do you think you’re in

I don’t mind since I’ll be at your mercy. If you don’t have the courage to play with

his eyes as the crazy side of him had been awakened. “Sounds like a good

“Wait,” Winnie said suddenly.

“Why? Are

If I accidentally kill your subordinate, you can’t blame me for