Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 824:noveldrama

Her words made sense, but the fingers on her chin didn’t move at all.

“So you came back to die?” Verruckt’s eyes moved from her slightly swollen lips to her red, tear-filled eyes. She clearly feared death, yet she had returned. It truly puzzled him.

“Alice, if I were you, I’d just take the money and disappear.” His cold, judgmental gaze remained fixed on her.

Allison’s eyes began to well up with tears as she heard that.

“I did think about it,” she replied, her voice quiet. “But you and Mr. Williamson have been so good to me. If I left like that, I’d never find peace.” She let a tear fall at the perfect moment. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve probably been a burden to you once again.”

Allison skillfully shifted the conversation from Fiona’s situation to the danger she had faced in returning.

Luckily, after she spoke, the deadly energy radiating from Verruckt slowly faded.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to die just yet.”

He let go of her and wiped the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief. Then, he glanced at her face, tilting his head slightly.

Because of their contact, blood stained her chin—almost like a sign of his presence. But Verruckt felt it wasn’t enough. For a brief moment, he even considered marking her in another way. When he realized this, his expression hardened once again. He couldn’t lose control over a woman.

“Alice, coming back here tonight was actually a wise decision,” he said. Verruckt nonchalantly wiped the blood from her chin with a fresh handkerchief.

He looked down at her with a cold, detached expression. His eyes traced her fragile neck, as if one twist could break it.

“Because if I die, you and the lab will suffer the same fate.” His gaze was sharp and heavy, pinning Allison under its weight. Though the act of wiping the blood seemed tender, it felt ice-cold.

To anyone else, his words would have sounded like a threat. But for Allison, it wasn’t a surprise. This madman wouldn’t leave quietly, not even in death.

“Then I can only hope we make it through tonight,” Allison said, blinking innocently. “But from the way you’re speaking, it sounds like we might make it, right?”

“Not necessarily. Just because I might survive doesn’t mean you will,” Verruckt said, tightening his grip on her chin. “So, Alice, since you haven’t crossed me, I’ll give you one last chance to leave.”

His silver hair glowed coldly under the moonlight.

“Otherwise, your fate could end up worse than Fiona’s. The Immortality Group’s assassins aren’t as direct as I am. They like to torment you by using brutal methods before ending your life.”

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