Try Begging - Chapter 177.1
“Do you really need to make our child fatherless to feel satisfied?”
“Who says anything about a fatherless child? There are plenty of better dad candidates in the world than you!”
“How would you know what kind of dad I’d be if you didn’t even give me a chance?”
“I already know you’re a lost cause.”
As Grace swiftly rounded the stair landing, she cast a quick glance upward. The man’s face was etched with humiliation as though it had just clawed at his heart. Even in that fleeting moment, it was clear, and it made her chest swell with a mix of emotions.
It was then that Grace suddenly realized.
The twisted thrill she felt from tormenting him was likely no different from the pleasure he derived from torturing her. In that moment, she realized she was the same kind of monster. He was just a more comprehensible version, and a cold sweat broke out on her palms.
No, I’m not the same. I’m just repaying what was done to me.
As she gripped the banister tightly, she swiftly turned around on the landing of the stairwell.
“Grace, please!”
His voice rang out right behind her, and she felt his fingertips just barely graze her wrist.
Startled, she let go of the banister, losing her balance.
“Hah!”
No.
In the instant she began to tumble down the stairs, cradling the child, Winston grasped her wrist as if to catch her. Relief washed over her, but it was immediately followed by a sharp pain in her grasped wrist.
“It, it hurts…”
The pain vanished almost instantly, replaced by the familiar scent of his cologne, and her vision went dark.
“You’ll get hurt like that.”
He pulled Grace into his arms, whispering gently into her ear.
There was a thrill in his breath.
“Putting the child in danger too.”
He looked down, noticing the child squirming beneath the blanket, babbling softly.
“Are you in your right mind?”
What an infuriating thing to say.
Shooting daggers at him, Grace bit back fiercely through clenched teeth.
“Do I look like I’m losing my mind?”
“I do too. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
The man who claimed he was going crazy flashed a wide grin.
No matter how you looked at it, it was a face filled with maddening joy. As his grip on the back of her neck loosened, his hand slid under her hat. The gentle touch of his fingers weaving through her hair made Grace flinch, as though she had been stabbed.
“Short. Were you planning to disguise yourself as a man?”
A low laugh settled near her ear. The man lifted his gaze, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked down at Grace.
“With this face and body, who would be fooled by a disguise?”
His other hand, which had been gripping her elbow, slowly began to trace up her arm. Even through three layers of fabric, the chill from his touch seeped into her skin.
Grace held her breath, glaring at him.
“With the way you look at me like I’m a bug, I should be thrilled, but…”
As the thick ridge of his Adam’s apple rose and fell sharply beneath his sharply defined jawline, Grace felt her own heart race.
“I’m truly crazy for you.”
“….”
Thank goodness. That’s exactly what I wanted.
Her throat tightened, making it hard to speak.
However, that was only half of her revenge. If she couldn’t disappear forever, the revenge would never be complete.
The proof that her revenge was still unfinished stood right in front of her. His complexion was so bright it could be described as glowing, and he looked just as perfect as he had a year ago. She found herself questioning whether he had truly suffered during that time.
For this madman, who thrived on chasing her, the pursuit may have been nothing more than an exhilarating game.
With sweat dripping from every part of her body, her hair cropped short like a man’s, and her blouse a mess of stains and wrinkles from the child, she felt utterly miserable.
In the end, nothing had changed.
Disappointment bubbled up inside her, almost turning into anger.
As Grace clenched her fist in her coat pocket, the man didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he became even bolder. His soft fingertips lightly brushed against her sweaty neck, slowly trailing upward until his warm palm cupped her cheek. He pressed his thumb gently against her lower lip.
He moistened his dry lips with his tongue, looking every bit like a predator savoring its prey.
Grace took a deep breath.
His bright red lips exhaled a hot breath, and the skin where their bodies touched was warm and damp.
Her body felt overheated—it wasn’t the cold detachment of a dream.
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