A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1938: Chapter 473: Bitter Life, Dreamlike Illusion (Part 2)

Without looking back, every step felt like treading on the edge of a knife.

The woman took a sip of tea, gazing at the drizzling rain outside the window, a smile spreading across her brows and eyes.

"This is your fate."

Yun Ya staggered out of the room, leaning against the wall to prevent herself from falling.

Butler Ziyu glanced at her, pressed his lips together, having nothing to say from his position.

He sighed inwardly, thinking, a debt of sin.

Yun Ya, supporting herself against the wall, walked forward step by step, her eyes bloodshot, her hatred burning like flames.

Is this fate?

She refuses, she refuses...

Seeing her struggle to walk, Butler Ziyu approached to help her, but Yun Ya pushed him away, her eyes blazing red.

"Get out."

Butler Ziyu sighed and obediently took a step back.

"Princess, it’s better if you listen. Going against the Queen won’t end well for you."

"Don’t call me Princess." Yun Ya gritted her teeth. Such a noble title made her want to vomit.

Because she had traded her body for it; it was laughable.

A few dozen steps seemed to exhaust all her life’s strength.

She stood in front of the door, Butler Ziyu opened it for her, and with a door separating them, two worlds would soon be divided.

Yun Ya took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The door closed behind her.

She leaned limply against the door panel, the medicine beginning to take effect. She pulled a scalpel from her boot and slashed it violently at her arm, flames of madness flickering in her eyes, her lips curled in a shadowy, deranged smile.

She had long stopped feeling pain, watching the crimson blood slide down her pale skin, a genuine joy rising within her, rushing through her nerves.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and a man wrapped in a towel around his waist stepped out. Seeing the girl at the door slicing her arm with a knife, her beautiful face tainted with bloody and crazy malice, like the ultimate enchanting demon, it instantly assaulted his senses.

The man was stunned; he would never forget this scene.

Such bewitching, decadent, and evil eyes, forever etched in his mind, becoming his lifelong happiness and nightmare.

Reacting quickly, he walked over, "What’s wrong with you?"

The girl smirked, blood dripping onto the floor like a fully bloomed mandrake flower, exhibiting extreme allure.

Lorde picked her up by the waist; she was so light, not a bit of weight, her delicate small face as pale as if devoid of any blood, his heart full of pity.

He carefully laid her on the big bed, rummaged for the medical kit from the cabinet, intending to bandage her wounds, but the girl suddenly kicked him away, her long, white hands playing with the small scalpel, her eyes seductive, utterly unaware of how enchanting and dangerous she currently was.

"Flowers, I see many, many flowers, they’re so beautiful." She laughed, the blade aimed at another intact spot on her arm, slashing hard.

Lorde’s eyes widened, he dashed over at the fastest speed, snatched the scalpel from her hand, and threw it out the window.

Like a child deprived of her beloved toy, she began to cry in grievance, "Why did you take my flowers?"

Lorde didn’t understand what happened to her; during dinner, she was fine, now she seemed slightly unhinged...

"Stay still, let me bandage your wounds first." Lorde held her arm; the cut was so deep it exposed the bone, she was truly ruthless. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Yun Ya furrowed her lovely brows, "It hurts so much..."

"I’ll be gentle." Lorde glanced at her, finding her current childlike demeanor rather cute.

Just as Lorde was about to clean her wound with a cotton swab, the girl suddenly cupped his face, grinning, "You look so much like Brother Yan..."

Brother Yan... Lorde’s heart skipped a beat; the Brother Yan she mentioned must be the man she liked.

Holding his face and scrutinizing him left and right, Yun Ya suddenly slapped him, angrily declaring, "You’re not Brother Yan."

Her hand was weak, the slap more akin to a gentle scratch. Lorde held her hand to clean her wound, "Why did you let yourself get this way? What happened?"

The girl’s other soft, boneless hand gently brushed against his bare chest. Lorde’s body stiffened abruptly, where her fingertips grazed left a tingling trail on his skin, heat rising from his lower abdomen, his breath suddenly paused, and he gripped her mischievous hand, looking deeply into her eyes.