You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1672: I'd Rather Die

Suddenly, she let out a scream.

It was Luther who had finally come to his senses and pushed her away. He flipped her wheelchair directly, and his handsome face couldn't hide the look of disgust. He brushed off his sleeves, wishing he could just take them off and throw them in the trash.

Athena was completely overturned, her wheelchair crooked on the smooth marble floor, and she lay awkwardly on the ground. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When she landed, her shoulder hit the ground, the arm that Joyce had hit her. The wound reopened at this moment.

Fresh red blood instantly soaked her light-colored princess dress, revealing a hideous appearance.

The pain made her unable to hold back her expression, and she became distorted.

However, Luther's next words were the most lethal blow to her, as if pushing her straight into hell, never to be able to turn over again. "Together with you? Ha." Luther sneered, his eyes like ice, cold to the bottom of his heart.

He said each word clearly, "I'd rather die."

He turned around and wanted to leave. Rather than waste time talking to her here, he would rather use all his abilities to find Iris. As long as she was in Pascaylia, on Khebury's turf, he didn't believe he couldn't find a trace of her.

What Athena could do, why couldn't he?

"Brother Luther.”

Athena never expected to face such a life-and-death decision. Luther didn't hesitate to choose death over being with her, which was a huge blow to her.

good about Joyce? Is she worth it? Am I not as good as her? Am I not as beautiful as her? Am I not as capable as her? I have all

powerful background, with organizational strength no less than that of a

was pretty and universally recognized. When men saw

stopped in his

yourself to her, are you even worthy? You can't even compare to one of her toes. What's the use of being

you really not want the

persisted, still holding onto him, almost

die

done wasn't to see him die. She hadn't gotten him yet,

anger. The pain in her shoulder was unbearable, but she couldn't feel it anymore. Even the pain

black-clothed people around her came forward, and two of them helped her back into the

her anger subsided, Athena's emotions had calmed down. She straightened her clothes, smoothed her sleeves, and touched her long earrings. The twisted expression was replaced by an evil and sinister

walked to the door, and

don't be in a hurry

clapped her hands, "Open the curtain

to the black-clothed people and ordered, “Yes, Miss." Luther froze.

the main hall slowly rose, connected to a room next door, which was almost transparent, surrounded by

his breath, vaguely knowing

His heartbeat accelerated.

on the floor, and a children’s bed in a dreamy pink color.

little girl was sitting

from behind, she looked like