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.

forward and hugged his leg, "Why? Why don't you even care about your own life? What's so good about Joyce? Is she worth it?

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

pretty and universally recognized. When men saw her, their

in

yourself to her, are you even worthy? You can't even

really not want the

persisted, still holding onto him, almost

die

see him die. She hadn't gotten him yet, how could

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

forward, and two of

her clothes, smoothed her sleeves, and touched

and he

a hurry to leave. You can spare your life, but can you ignore Iris's

hands, "Open the curtain and let

black-clothed people and ordered,

curtain in the main hall slowly rose, connected to a room next door, which was almost transparent, surrounded by explosion-proof glass. As the curtain rose, the inside gradually revealed

breath, vaguely

His heartbeat accelerated.

floor, and a children’s bed in a dreamy pink color. All kinds of toys were

from afar, a little girl was sitting on the ground, playing with a stuffed

and from behind, she looked like a soft and