TB

CHAPTER 121

The sound of the gun’s hammer being cocked behind her made Grace burst into laughter. That was right, there was no way he would let her go.

Still, she didn’t stop.

Dragging her trembling legs, she continued to walk.

…Until she was back in the devil’s embrace.

Once Grace had returned to his arms, the man handed the gun back to the guard standing beside him.

There was no way to hide the emotions that were clearly evident on the surface.

Grace buried her face in his firm chest, remembering the man who had pointed a gun at her just moments ago. His eyes were reddened, his cheeks visibly trembling due to gritted teeth, and his throat seemed to be jumping as he swallowed back his emotions.

In short, it was a face that looked like it was about to cry.

This cold-blooded man with a face that looked like he was about to cry. It wasn’t even funny. The man didn’t know about the emotions he suppressed. Even now, as Grace clung to him quietly, he continued to breathe deeply.

Behind the silk pajama shirt, his heart pounded against her cheek.

“Why are you trembling?”

The man’s voice, who was asking the question, trembled slightly.

“It’s cold.”

No, it was because she was so furious that her whole body was shaking. The man, unaware of her true feelings, engraved a kiss on her forehead as he held her tightly in his arms.

His lips were as cold as ice.

“Yes, let’s go inside.”

The man carried her in his arms, and they headed towards the annex.

“Shall I have some warm soup brought for you?”

He whispered like a lover.

Grace nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. Her despairing gaze never left the iron gate, which was now tightly closed once again.

What kind of trick was this?

He constantly gave her hope only to snatch it away without hesitation, and now he pushed her to the edge and did something like this?

How long will you toy with me until you’re satisfied!

She gritted her teeth.

I’ll play with you, too, until we’re both in the same state. I’ll thoroughly break you.

Grace willingly recounted the conversation that had haunted her mind annoyingly like the devil’s whisper since she was trapped here.

“Grace.”

“Yes?”

The memory of her mother downing a glass of wine in one gulp.

“Do you know what the cruelest way to bring down the enemy is?”

To her, who tilted her head, her mother smiled sadly and said.

“Is to make them love you.”

How could love be a cruel weapon?

Back then, she thought her mother’s words were just drunken nonsense. But now she knew that love could be more cruel than anything else. Yes, it was so horribly cruel, and that was why she didn’t want to go this far. She thought it was all her fault that this cursed fate began.

However, going this far is his fault. He turned her into a cruel person.

Leon Winston.

I’ll make you truly love me. And then, I’ll disappear forever.