The ultimate husband

Chapter 5883

No. Ninth Lady could not just die like this.

Bowen exploded with unexplainable energy out of nowhere as he cried out. He charged out of the throng of black armored army riders surrounding him, throwing himself onto Veron. Thump!

Tyson's blow landed heavily on Bowen's back. He let out a dull hum, blood spraying from his mouth as he collapsed onto Veron.

"Big guy!"

Veron trembled at the sight, tears pouring from her eyes.

"You're going to live, Ninth Lady... you have to..." Bowen used the last of his strength to say the words to Veron slowly. "I'm going to lure Tyson to come after me, and you're going to get out of here. Promise me you will." Bowen had thought it through. He was going to pretend to give in and lure Tyson to his side to give Veron a chance to escape.

"No!"

Veron shook her head vehemently, tears pouring from her eyes. "I'm not leaving... There's no point in living if I'm going to spend the rest of my days alone! Why did you take that blow for me? Why..."

Veron sobbed as she spoke, feeling as if a knife was running through her chest.

Veron could clearly sense then that Bowen's aura was growing weaker by the second.

"I..."

warrior of the Raksasa tribe... How could I see the woman I love

the final word before he closed

trembled at the sight of Bowen losing his pulse, her

out a loud wail. "Don't you scare

mind, and she regained her memories at once. She remembered, at

of her and Bowen's

"Brother Bowen!"

to

him so intimately for the first time. "You're not going to die, won't

me.

this

please

end, Veron's voice grew weaker and weaker, as if the air was sucked

the tears. You're going to be with him very, very

one bit as she sensed the power of the blow. She clutched onto Bowen tightly, closing

inevitable... she was going to

the thought, Veron closed her eyes and awaited her death. Yet a thought passed through her mind at the very last second, and she