Love Together, Be With You Never

Chapter 46 He Would Rather Destroy What He Had Touched

I had been looking forward to tomorrow a few moments ago, but reality hit me hard. I was so dejected

that I sat on the ground. I wanted to cry but couldn't. A laugh wouldn't come, either. I couldn't

understand why God enjoyed playing tricks on me. Did he find it unfair that my life was too good?

I looked down and chuckled. That continued for a while, and then I got up and went to Ginza.

Since Marlon spent a lot of effort to set up the trap, he must have an agenda.

I pushed open the door and entered. Marlon was leisurely eating. Noticing me, he got up and moved

my chair like a gentleman. I had never had the privilege to enjoy that when I was with him. It surprised

me he did it under such circumstances.

I didn't sit down but looked at him calmly and coldly. "Tell me, Mr. Redford. What do you want with all

this trouble?"

Marlon smiled patiently, "Sit down first!" Then, without my permission, he pressed me down on the

chair. He served me some tea and placed it in front of me. "It's herbal tea. It helps with the anxiety!"

I watched his every move silently until he sat down, and then I said, "Speak, don't waste everyone's

time. As long as I can do it, even if I die, I will!"

No matter how I put it, the truth was that I signed the contract with Marlon on behalf of Universal Group Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

and Kieran. The contract stipulated a total of 10.5 billion payment. I had to pay every cent of it.

Kieran never did business at a loss, not to mention 10 billion to Marlon for nothing. How could Kieran

agree to this? Furthermore, Davidson was in Kieran's hands. I simply couldn't imagine what he would

do when he knew about this.

Therefore, no matter what, I must resolve this matter before Kieran got the news.

"Rachael, why would I want you dead? I won't benefit from it. Am I right?" Marlon looked at me and

smiled. I used to find his smile enjoyable, but it had been rare. However, now it felt creepy and painful.

"Rachael, how many years have I known you?"

I was enraged and slapped the table but restrained myself from cursing him. How ridiculous of him to

ask me that.

I had known him for four years, but clearly it was not enough to stop him from setting me up.

I smiled, "Mr. Redford, it doesn't matter. One day or even less than that makes no difference. Just tell

me. What do you want me to do?"

The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He stared at me, and I knew he was getting angry, but I

wasn't afraid at all, looking straight at him. He said indifferently, "It's nothing, actually. As long as you

agree to be my mistress, I'll pretend the contract never happened, and you can have CH for five

hundred million!"

"Marlon, you bastard!" I stood up and cursed angrily.

Marlon leaned lazily on his chair and looked at me with a faint smile. "Rachael, I'll give you twelve

hours to think about it, and only twelve hours. When the time comes, how will you pay the ten billion is

up to you."

My rage was burning, and I couldn't utter a single word. I glared at him, tears welling in my eyes.

"Marlon, you love me, don't you?" Suffering all the pain, I was still struggling. I always felt there was a

bridge ahead. How could a smart businessman like Marlon go through all the trouble just to scheme

against me? I thought he loved me, at least a tiny bit.

Marlon sneered and looked at me contemptuously. "Rachael, you should look at yourself in the mirror.

You are the last person I would fall in love with. How could I love a cheap and disgusting woman like

you!"

I clenched my fists. "If you don't love me at all, then tell me, why did you spend so much effort to get

me? You have a fiancé, who is not some stunning goddess, either. Tell me why!"

Marlon stood up and slowly walked in front of me. "Rachael, I am surprised you are not that delusional

after all."

"Why?" I stared into his eyes, eager to know the answer.

Marlon grabbed my chin and pulled me in front of him. His breathing fell on the tip of my nose and lips.

He pressed me against himself like a wild beast. "Rachael, it seems you don't know me at all. I would

rather destroy the things I have touched than let others see them. Even if I hate them to the extreme!"

I felt cold, from head to toe, from body to soul. I had never been so cold.

"Right, never tell Alicia about this. I don't want her to get emotional and distressed because of you.

That's not worth it!" Marlon set me free and returned to his seat.

I felt like I had been standing in an ice cellar. The chilliness was about to send me to tears, but I

managed to smile and look at Marlon. "Thank you, Mr. Redford, for giving me twelve hours. I will chew

on it!" With that, I left in a daze like a robot.

I used to find the heroines in romance novels too miserable when I was younger. But now, I looked

back at my life and realized it was so bumpy and bloody. The blood was all from my heart!

Marlon, Marlon!

I murmured his name and simpered, tears flowing down my cheeks. So, it turned out I was always

delusional. He just didn't want others to touch his used goods. I was dirty to him, and he would rather

destroy me than give me to Kieran.

This was the truth.

As I walked, I suddenly crouched down, curled up, and hugged myself tightly, yowling at the top of my

lungs. I really couldn't figure out why Marlon cherished Alicia but was cruel to me!

The passers-by looked at me in shock but left without doing anything else.

I cried and dried my tears hard. Then I stood up and walked forward. I had to face the cruel truth that

as long as I didn't die here from a broken heart, I had to gird myself for tomorrow.

I came to Kieran's office. He was leisurely playing golf in it. I asked with bloodshot eyes, "Why didn't

you tell me when you clearly knew?"

Everyone knew it was meant to be a massive and ridiculous scam but waited to see me fall for it. I was

the only one in the dark.

To my surprise, Kieran was one of the onlookers.

He had seen the contract and must have noticed the problem at a glance. But he never showed his

dissatisfaction. Right, when I said I wanted to terminate the contract, he said it should wait until after

the ceremony. He never gave me a straight answer, which meant he knew earlier than anyone else.

And he chose not to tell me.