The Wedding That Never Was Chapter 36

Adrian once used Sarah as an excuse to separate his life and death from Ilara.

Therefore, he punished his greedy father, yet he still lived in extreme pain.

Blades cut open his skin repeatedly, but Adrian now realized that wasn't repentance.

It was repayment.

He had been paying it back for so long, yet the debt remained.

He also once thought Ilara's leap from the roof was a punishment for him.

So he simulated the scenery she saw, looking up at the sky, looking down at the ground, wanting to throw himself into the ground that once held a pool of blood.

Only after waking up did he know that was Ilara's liberation from her hopeless life.

And he, full of filthy desires, could not step into her world.

Ilara's tears were like blades separating humanity. They shocked Adrian's self-perception.

He seemed to want to open his cold embrace to hug her, but was burned back by her inevitable disgust.

Adrian was silent for a long time. Long enough for Ilara to see that he didn't want to give an answer, nor did he want to give her freedom.

In that case, she had nothing to communicate with him.

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the wall, saying nothing.

After a while, the door of the room opened.

I secretly observed while talking to Adrian. This room was almost a completely enclosed structure.

Except for a door, not a single window was left.

Unable to transmit light, only the incandescent lamp overhead seemed to be on all day.

My wrist gradually loosened. The chain seemed only enough for me to walk to the edge of the bed. It seemed Adrian wasn't prepared to keep me locked up for a long time.

Even so, breathing the confined air for one more second made me sick.

The person who came in held two dinner plates. The dishes inside were from the Italian restaurant I went to with Leo last month.

"Ilara, you seem to like eating this..." Adrian seemed to want to feed me, but I avoided it mercilessly.

"You stalked me?" I stared at him fiercely.

Adrian put on a hurt look.

"We used to eat Western food together..."

I was too lazy to recall if that ever happened. I sneered twice, looking through him. "Then how did you find me today?"

Adrian fell silent.

The person delivering the food left the room sensibly.

After the door closed, I quickly broke free from the cloth strip on my hand, grabbed the fork from the dinner plate, and swung it quickly at Adrian's face.

Adrian intercepted it subconsciously.

The silver fork was extremely close to his eyeball. My reaction was fast, the position was accurate, and the determination made even him tremble.

But before that, pain engulfed him faster.

"Ilara..." His voice trembled, slowly releasing my tightly gripped wrist.

Do you really want to kill me...?

The question stuck in his throat, but he dared not ask.

Adrian was afraid of the answer.

I wasn't surprised. I just wanted to test it.

Given Adrian's skill, it was expected that I would be intercepted.

But I didn't intend to end my resistance like this, then bow my head and have dinner with him as if nothing happened.

I couldn't do anything compromising anymore.

So when Adrian pulled away from his sadness and forced a smile to look at me—

He saw the handcuffs he personally put on me, connected to the chain, wrapped circle by circle around my neck.

My sincere smile was unfaked. It was a victor's smile.

"If I guessed correctly, you should be most afraid of me dying in front of you."

"Right? Adrian."