Spoiling the Obsessed

Chapter 42: Violent Yet Fragile

Olivia's eyes snapped up, locking onto Damien's gaze.

She had seen those beautiful eyes countless times, but never like this—violent, bloodthirsty, yet heartbreakingly fragile.

The words she was about to say caught in her throat.

She suddenly realized that nothing she said would matter.

She had underestimated Damien's resolve for her.

She had underestimated his determination to come through for her, even if there was the slightest hint of danger.

Despite knowing the truth—that the less he seemed to care, the safer they both would be.

Olivia sighed, her nose tingling with the threat of tears.

Henry's lips curled into a grin upon seeing Damien. "Brother, we meet again."

With that, he gestured, and someone approached Damien with the syringe.

"Inject this, and I'll let her go," Henry said.

Damien's intense gaze swept over Olivia from head to toe, as if his long fingers were tracing every bone in her body.

Seeing that Olivia was unharmed, with only a slightly disheveled collar, Damien relaxed a bit. But the murderous glint in his eyes only grew stronger.

"Let her go first," he demanded.

Henry laughed. "Brother, you're so fierce you'd drink blood if needed. I need to see you inject it before I dare release her!"

Damien looked down at the syringe handed to him, reaching out for it.

Seeing this, Olivia's heart clenched. "Damien Thorn, I don't need you to sacrifice yourself for me! I'm the kind of person who hates owing favours, especially from someone I don't even like!"

At her words, Damien's body wavered slightly.

He looked at Olivia, his eyes filled with a fragile vulnerability. "That's not what you said before."

Olivia had never seen Damien like this.

The man in front of her, usually so strong and unyielding, seemed on the brink of collapse because of her words.

But she had to continue, because she had just noticed something peculiar—the way the rope binding her wrists was tied. By some stroke of luck, she knew how to untie this particular knot.

She needed more time.

"What did I say before?" Olivia asked.

Damien looked at her, his voice resolute and wounded. "You said you didn't like that man anymore. You said you loved me."

Olivia hadn't expected Damien to respond like this.

For a moment, her throat tightened, emotions threatening to break her composure.

"You believe everything I say?" Olivia laughed lightly. "So, do you think what I told your brother today is true?"

Damien gripped the syringe, the redness in his eyes masking his hurt. He insisted stubbornly, "You are mine."

At this, Henry clapped his hands mockingly. "Oh, I thought my brother was in love with his wife. Turns out it's just possessiveness! Growing up among wolves, you've got quite the territorial instinct!"

Even in this situation, Henry couldn't resist brainwashing them. Olivia fumed inwardly, hastening her efforts to untie herself.

Seeing that time was running out, Henry's expression hardened. He said, "Brother, I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't inject it, I'll kill her!"

With that, he pressed the gun to Olivia's head.

Damien looked deeply at Olivia, then lifted his shirt, aiming the syringe at his own vein.

At that moment, Olivia finally freed her wrists. She sprang up and struck Henry's gun hand.

A gunshot rang out in the silent factory, shattering the tense stillness.