Chapter 191

Nicole's sudden movement of unbuttoning her blouse caught Andrew completely off guard.

She stood before him, her pale skin glowing under the light. Yet his gaze remained as still as stagnant water.

Andrew suddenly found the situation absurd. This was his fiancée—the woman who should have stirred his heart—yet she couldn't ignite even a flicker of desire in him.

It was like admiring a beautifully packaged cut of meat in a supermarket. No matter how attractive, it was still just flesh.

Nicole's figure was flawless, her features exquisitely sculpted. But emotions were irrational. Love couldn't be forced, and no amount of beauty could move an indifferent heart.

Susan was different.

Even when fully clothed, that petite woman could shatter his self-control. A single glance from her was enough to unravel him, making him want to crush her into his very bones.

"Nicole..." Andrew bent down to pick up the coat from the floor and draped it gently over her shoulders.

Nicole violently shrugged it off, pressing her right hand tightly against her upper abdomen. She took a step back, then slowly moved her palm away. "Andrew, look closely! The woman in that video isn't me!"

"I'm missing a kidney. There will always be a scar here! That woman's stomach was smooth and unmarked—it wasn't me!"

Andrew's eyes dropped to where she pointed. A hideous scar stretched across her otherwise flawless skin, stark and unsettling.

He had only glanced at the video briefly, but he did recall the woman's abdomen being smooth as jade.

It wasn't Nicole.

The realization brought him relief—not for her sake, but because it meant he wouldn't have to endure this farce any longer. Yet that scar reminded him of what this woman had sacrificed for him.

"No one will slander you," Andrew said firmly, rewrapping the coat around her. "Anyone who dares to hurt you will answer to me."

"Andrew..." Tears streamed down Nicole's face as she clutched his sleeve with trembling fingers. "Tomorrow, I'll hold a press conference. I'll show the world this scar."

"I'll only reveal the scarred area..." She bit her lip, shame flashing in her eyes. "Do you think I'm despicable for doing this?"

"You will always be pure," Andrew answered without hesitation.

Nicole's heart surged with triumph. The scar was the work of a top-tier special effects artist she had paid handsomely—so realistic it could fool anyone. Once this storm passed, she would have a real scar tattooed there.

"Andrew!" Seeing him turn to leave, she threw her arms around him from behind. The coat slipped off again, and the moment her bare skin touched his, his entire body stiffened.

It felt like being smothered by a slab of greasy fat—disgusting enough to make him want to shake her off immediately.

"Don't go..." she begged, her voice breaking with tears. "You're repulsed by me, aren't you? You're with Susan now. You don't even want to touch me..."

"Why? I'm the one who gave everything for you. I'm the one who stayed pure. Yet she gets your heart so easily? It's not fair!"

Andrew closed his eyes briefly. The debt he owed her could never be repaid in this lifetime.

"Andrew, please..." Nicole pressed her face against his back, her voice shattered. "Give me a child. Please."