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.

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

understand. She had a powerful background, with

universally recognized. When men

stopped in his

even worthy? You can't even compare

not want the

onto him, almost begging

will die without

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

in her shoulder was unbearable, but

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

clothes, smoothed her sleeves, and

and he was about to

Luther, don't be in a hurry to leave. You

her hands, "Open the curtain and

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

slowly rose, connected to a room next door, which

breath, vaguely knowing

His heartbeat accelerated.

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

sitting

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