The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 81

Christian’s lips stopped less than a centimeter away from Victoria’s. Their faces were so close to each other that as he spoke, she could feel him breathing onto her face. “You reek of alcohol. Is there a man hiding in the ward?”

“No.” Victoria blinked faster than usual, and her palms were covered in cold sweat. “A female friend experienced a break-up, so she came here and had some beers.”

He stared at her for a while before smiling and releasing her. It was up in the air whether he believed her words. Still, he remained silent for some time and said, “I won’t go inside if someone is there. Go and get a chair out.”

She grumbled and was very careful not to open the door too wide when entering. But as she came out with a chair, she had no choice but to open the door wider to fit the chair through.

She kept glancing in his direction several times in a seemingly natural way and pondered whether he could see who was sleeping inside from his position. On the other hand, Christian saw her little trick, narrowed his eyes, and smiled mysteriously.

She placed the chair behind him and took a few steps back, widening the distance between them. “If there is nothing else I could do for you, I’ll return to my ward.” In her opinion, the fact that she had to breathe the same air as him was the most unbearable thing, akin to drinking arsenic.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

She furrowed her brows slightly in displeasure, but her face smoothed almost immediately afterward. “Mr. Thatcher, please sit. I can stand instead.” She did not know what he was playing at, so it was impossible for her not to feel discomfited.

He tapped the back of the chair with his fingers a few times, and his voice got even lower than before and sounded like a mild warning. “Sit down.”

“Okay.” She walked to the chair with reluctance but still did as told. Nevertheless, her back was tense, her bottom merely occupied a small portion of the chair, and her toes faced outward— practically announcing to the world that she was ready to bounce and flee at a second’s notice.

The circular incandescent lamps along the corridor were very bright but not as warm as the dim yellow dawn lights. The white lamps lit her face up, making her look even paler.

I must say, Victoria, that you are good.” Christian stood behind her

on the back of her neck, and for some reason, she could feel a chill

that she realized who Christian was referring to.

go of the armrest, stood up, and sounded less threatening. “But I

when she heard that. “Yes,

walked toward the elevator without

a shallow shadow on the ground, and her hatred started fermenting wildly in her blood. She could feel her blood vessels were about to burst, but there was nowhere she could vent her anger

thought otherwise. No matter how powerful and wealthy the Colemans were, she was practically useless if Christian did not love her. She had a rude awakening as Christian’s immense power forced her to accept that

and Christian

raised her head and blinked before

alcohol and disinfection penetrated

scheming b*tch…” Vincent cursed in a low voice before turning and kicking the quilt to the ground. Vincent scrunched up his face,

her brother to pick up the quilt and tucked him in

and cursing until midnight. Anyhow, Victoria’s infusion contained hypnotic ingredients, and as she

If one looked up, one could see the blue sky and white

the sycamore tree at the school. Her long black hair softly draped over her body and looked so gentle and beautiful that passersby would stare at her every now

limited-edition earphones hanging around her neck. She was chewing gum in her mouth

Bella could answer, Victoria managed to blow a big bubble that burst, and she smiled. “I’m guessing you want to give me