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.

don't you even care about your own life? What's so 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

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

pretty and universally recognized. When men saw her, their eyes

in his

at her, his voice cold and without warmth, "Don't compare yourself to her, are you even worthy? You can't

really not want

still holding onto

will die without the

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

ground, his chest filled with anger. The pain in her shoulder was unbearable, but she couldn't feel it anymore. Even the pain stimulated her madness at the

two of them helped her back into

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

already walked to the door, and he was about to push

clear voice came from behind, "Brother Luther, don't be in a hurry to leave. You can spare

her hands, "Open the curtain and let him

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

a room next door, which was almost transparent, surrounded by explosion-proof glass.

breath, vaguely knowing

His heartbeat accelerated.

was a soft carpet on the floor, and a children’s bed in a dreamy

girl was sitting on the ground, playing

back turned, and from behind, she looked like a soft