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.

you even care about your own life? What's so good about Joyce? Is she worth it? Am I not as good as

background, with

men saw her, their eyes couldn't

in

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

you really not want the

still holding onto him, almost begging

will die without the

everything she had done wasn't to see him die.

ground, his chest filled with anger. The pain in her shoulder was unbearable, but she couldn't

around her came forward, and two of them helped her back into the

straightened her clothes, smoothed her sleeves, and touched her long

the door, and he was about to push

hurry to leave. You can spare your life,

the curtain and let him

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

a room next door, which was almost transparent, surrounded by

vaguely knowing what

His heartbeat accelerated.

huge glass room, there was a soft carpet on the floor, and a children’s bed in

was sitting on the ground, playing with a stuffed

behind, she looked like a soft