When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1837

Chapter 1837 What A Coward

I glanced at the phone in puzzlement before I realized that Ramona wanted me to watch the video she brought up on the screen. Thus, I picked up the phone and tapped on the play button.

As soon as the video played, the scene of Nathaniel collapsing onto the ground after Garrett hit him with a golf club appeared after a brief delay.

Besides the obvious spots such as his face and head, he also suffered several blows on his body. There was even some conversation in between, but there was no voice, so I had no idea what was said. However, he seemed adamant about something, so Garrett hit him increasingly harder. In the end, the man only stopped when the club was bent.

The video came to an abrupt end, leaving the scene of him lifting his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Undeniably, I took pleasure watching it.

“Do you also reveal your thoughts so blatantly before Nat?” Ramona’s voice was chilly to the core, very much aggressive.

“What do you mean?” I feigned ignorance.

“I meant your thoughts of wanting to see him dead and end him with your own hands.” Ramona appeared remarkably calm, seemingly long since used to seeing entangled relationships.

Sure enough, women understand women best! Since we’re both intelligent people, there’s no need to beat around the bush anymore.

Therefore, I admitted frankly, “Of course. He’s well aware that I’m thinking of ways to kill you every second of every day.”

Ramona narrowed her eyes, a hint of amusement showing in her alluring gaze. “You’re painfully honest.”

I merely shrugged. “If you were in my shoes, and someone hurt your family, persecuted your lover, and coerced you into doing something against your will, I think you’d also make the same choice.”

Hearing that, Ramona tilted her head. “I’m an orphan, so I don’t understand those feelings, nor am I interested in doing so.”

“Okay, no offense.” We were strangers, so I could only think of a reason she came to seek me out after racking my head for a long while. “So, you want me to persuade him to not go against Mr. Jensen?”

“Would you do that? You’ll only push him into the line of fire.” Derision was written all over Ramona’s face.

It seems that she has investigated me, so I can’t fool her.

I was stunned for a moment. Only when I glimpsed the corpses at the door from my peripheral vision did understanding abruptly dawn upon me that she was here to kill me.

She’ll only need to eliminate Nathaniel’s men if she wants to kill me. After all, she knows full well that he ordered them to keep me safe, so they’ll undoubtedly stop her. For that reason, she made the first move. She’s really decisive and ruthless, so it’s no wonder that she’s able to sit at the table mostly occupied by men! In the face of such a person, playing tricks is useless. But I can’t die yet. I haven’t avenged Rose or brought Nathaniel down!

After mulling it over, I concluded that the only way out was to make a fuss out of her feelings for Nathaniel.

“Then, I know the purpose of your visit.” Taking a deep breath, I composed myself. I deliberately guffawed and feigned a relaxed look, lounging back against the couch. “That’s great! I can finally be free instead of being tortured every day!”

Stretching, I picked up the gun on the table and handed it to her. With a smile on my face, I urged, “Go on and make your move. Set me free.”

As expected, Ramona was suspicious of my unexpected reaction. Her brows furrowed, and she parted her dark lips. “Are you not afraid of death?”

I nodded in response. “Nope! Didn’t Nathaniel tell you that I didn’t want to live anyway? When Ashton broke things off completely with me, I should have died in that car crash. However, he saved me. It’s good that you’re here now. With you doing me this favor, I don’t need to live in agony anymore.”

I thought Ramona would continue picking up where I left off, but she took the gun from me under my watchful gaze and pointed the barrel right at me. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She leaned forward, putting all her weight on her elbows that were propped against her knees. Then, she rolled her neck. Roaming her gaze all over my face, she whispered, “What a coward.” After saying that, she raised the gun and got to her feet, aiming it at my forehead.

“Don’t worry. My bullet travels fast, so you won’t feel any pain.”