Chapter 312
Harry stared silently at her for a while, then slightly lowered his head and kissed her.
What happened later was as intense as ever.
There was resistance and suppression. They bit each other as the desire to kill one another grew.
Sophia had brought some food during this period and sent it to the door. When she heard the faint noise inside, she
went downstairs with the food.
Annabelle’s lips were swollen, and there was a cut on them. Her eyes were also red and swollen, and her eyelashes
were wet. She lay flat on the bed, staring hollowly at Harry like a fragile, delicate doll.
Harry put on his bathrobe again but didn’t tie it this time. He went into the bathroom, took a cigarette box from the
pocket of the pants he had taken off, and lit one as he lay in bed. There were scratches and tooth marks on his
chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe smoke from the cigarette filled the air.
When Annabelle noticed the scent, her mind became clearer little by little.
Last night, Scarlett had asked her out.
Annabelle had something to settle with Scarlett, so she agreed.
When she arrived, Scarlett was drunk and seemed to have cried. After seeing Annabelle, Scarlett was very rude,
and she started yelling and pushing her. Naturally, Annabelle fought back.
But somehow, Annabelle felt a little dizzy and soon lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, Scarlett was lying in a pool of blood. Annabelle had no idea what happened during the
time she was unconscious and wasn’t sure if she was the one who had caused the incident.
Seeing the blood, Annabelle was so frightened that she didn’t know how to react, nor did she dare to approach
Scarlett. She subconsciously thought of Christopher, so she called him.
But before Christopher arrived, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and lost consciousness once more.
When she woke up, she was already there.
Annabelle sat up from the bed, thinking about this. She tilted her head and stared at Harry’s cold face as if she
could see through him. Harry smoked his cigarette slowly and turned to face her after a while.
Annabelle’s throat was dry and astringent. A moment later, she parted her bruised
and swollen lips and asked, “How is Scarlett?”
“She’s dead,” Harry replied nonchalantly.
“Dead?” Annabelle repeated the word in her mind.
Perhaps Annabelle was too shocked and refused to believe what Harry had just said, especially because he stated it
in such a calm and usual tone as if it were merely an ant that had died.
Annabelle was stunned for a long time before she fully processed what the word
meant.
“Dead… How could she be dead?” she wondered.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnnabelle’s chest felt stuffy, and she was nauseated. She barfed on the bed, and her face immediately turned pale.
When Harry noticed how uncomfortable she looked, he lifted his hand and patted her smooth back. After she was
done barfing, he got up and poured a glass of warm water for her to rinse her mouth.
Annabelle’s eyes were watery again because of the vomiting. She grabbed Harry’s wrist, looked at him in fear, and
asked, “How did she die?”
Harry glanced at her panicked face, raised his hand, and gently pushed away the messy locks of hair that were
covering her face. His face was devoid of emotions. when he asked her, “How do you think?”
His gaze made Annabelle’s already pale face look even worse.
Her face was tense as she fell into a confused state. A crease appeared between Annabelle’s eyebrows as she
mumbled to herself, “It wasn’t me… I didn’t…”
Even when she was denying it, Annabelle couldn’t help but doubt herself.
Harry tenderly caressed her cheeks and ran his fingers through her hair. “Who else could it be if not you?
Annabelle, do you dare to say that you don’t feel an ounce of jealousy toward Scarlett?”
Annabelle raised her eyes and met Harry’s gaze.
Harry then added in a gentle tone, “You’re envious of her because she’s getting married to me. You belittled me
before, but you loved it when I fucked you just now. Can Christopher give you this feeling?”