Chapter 112

Susan's back pressed against the cold wall.

Andrew's gaze was like a poisoned dagger, scraping inch by inch across her skin. She knew that look too well. Whenever his expression darkened like this, she could predict exactly what would follow.

"Let me go!" She shoved against his chest with all her strength, nails digging deep into his flesh.

"Dream on." Andrew's冷笑 echoed as fabric撕裂 with a sharp sound in the silent room.

Susan bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood. She hated her traitorous body—how it still trembled under his touch despite the hatred burning in her bones.

"Andrew, you bastard!" Her hand flew toward his face, but he easily caught her wrist and pinned it above her head.

When it was over, dusk had settled outside the window.

Susan slid to the floor like a broken doll, legs too weak to stand. She fumbled for her coat, wrapping it around her shaking body.

"Get back here!" Andrew's voice cut through the air behind her.

She ignored him, using the wall for support as she staggered toward the door. The winter wind sliced at her exposed skin, but she felt no pain.

The roar of a Koenigsegg engine approached, and suddenly she was swept off her feet.

"Dressed like that—who are you trying to seduce?" Andrew's voice simmered with suppressed rage.

Susan closed her eyes, too exhausted to argue.

The car stopped at Willow Lane villa. She stumbled toward the nightstand, fingers trembling as they closed around a pill bottle—only for Andrew to snatch it away.

"Afraid of carrying my child?" His grip on her chin threatened to crush bone.

Susan laughed then, so hard that tears streamed down her face.

"Yes. I'd rather bear a dog's pups than yours, Andrew Lucas!"

Her words detonated his fury. He threw her onto the bed, eyes blazing.

"Say that again!"

"I said I'd rather die than have your child!" She lifted her chin defiantly. "You don't deserve it."

Andrew's fist slammed into the pillow beside her head. As he glared at her pale face, he noticed blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"What's wrong?" His voice cracked unexpectedly.

Susan turned away, swallowing the metallic taste rising in her throat.

"None of your business."

Outside, the last sliver of sunset vanished into darkness. Just like the light between them—long extinguished.