The Woman From Hell

Chapter 253

Theo stopped mid-action and turned back to look at m e. He had an incredulous expression on his face that also carried anger and pain.

I regained my composure, and my blurry vision gradually recovered. It was only then I realized it was Theo whom I had just struck with the bat. I subconsciously hurled it aside and wailed, "He's going to die!"

Disappointment emerged on his face briefly, but the murderous intent in his eyes was clear. His irises were deep like bottomless pools of jet black. He parted his lips to speak but not a single word fell from the tip of his tongue.

Tyler lay motionless on the floor in a supine position.

I dared not linger another second by Theo's side, so I dashed over to Tyler and squatted down beside him, examining his injuries.

At present, he looked nothing like the handsome young man I knew. His lips were swollen to the size of sausages and not a single inch of his pale skin remained intact. Theo certainly did not go easy on him.

"Get up. I'll take you to the hospital." Amid my panic,

tears rolled down my face uncontrollably. I reached out in an attempt to help him up.

He slowly forced his eyes open and pulled his lips into a hideous smile. "Don't cry. I'm fine."

tipped me over the edge and I burst out crying. "How can you say

own body, I tried my best to support

and hauled me aside. In his deep voice, he instructed,

that moment, I knew that his heart housed immense wrath. However, I could not simply abandon Tyler and leave him to fend for himself in this state. I whipped my head to look at Theo and roared, "How could he possibly be fine? Can't you

I could tell that the ball of fury he had

would initiate a second round, I tugged at his shirt and pleaded, "Theo,

Don't beg him. I-I’m fine!” Tyler struggled to climb to his feet, but with every movement came

consumed me. I tried my best to wriggle free from Theo's grasp, but I could only dream of surpassing him in strength. He clutched both my wrists tightly in

were knitted together in a frown as I glared daggers at him. “Let go!"

a word. Instead, he only showed me his terrifyingly

I lowered my head and got ready to

remained. He did not spare a glimpse at his hand while he stared

left me with no choice,"

Don’t blame me for this." With a swift flip o f his palm, he pinched my lips between his thumb and pointer finger. Despite applying

cries that threatened to escape,

in and released his